Our bleak days wither in
The infinite flood of time
Soon displaced melancholy
Hearts brightened with reckoning
Man walks with treachery
Eyes open but unseeing

Modern times breed disgust
Amidst broken realms and squalor
Dark light in their eyes
My soul fills with famine

Relinquish this madness
A task for the wretched
The end is near
No matter how distant
Souls bathing in black
My vision turns starry

Awakening from the dream
Of civilization's delusion
These ghosts of past failures
Haunt the pale light of the end
Somber forms turn to shadows
And dance engulfed in the blaze

Streets crawl with lifeless corpses
Marching to slow demise
Heads down in complacence
They fade into the distance
Arms folded in obedience
Subdued by ignorance and fear

All voices soon silenced
With fire and ash that cloaks
Our despair like moonlit fog
This world will be liberated
As embers of the past
Vanish in the nigh

Their lack of foresight
Invokes the catastrophe
Modern cynics crassly ignored
It is us who will see triumph
Living amongst the ruins
Of the great American empire

This world long forgotten
Will show its true colors
The last two hundred years
Are reduced to a nightmare
But man carved a scar
That will always show
In time this all will pass

Wandering amongst the forest
Feet sink in damp loam
A life headed nowhere
I sit and wait for spring
Sun sets beneath branches
Memories overwhelmed by grief
I reflect in solitude