Red Horizons Unending
Behold: the face of man unmasked
How hideous! Unearthed snarls and bare teeth
Perpetuate these cyclical motions
Behold: the face of man
Rebirth after rebirth
Self-fulfilling prophecy of zero worth
With every imperfection intact
Self-fulfilling mockery of zero worth
Dead men lurching along crooked paths
Will have no tales left to tell
The futility of this repetition
No hope left but to break the mold
Alas! Take heed and mark these words
These visions will be birthed
In bile and blood
An epitaph of biblical proportions
Countless names unwritten
By the shriveled hands of rotting scribes
Meaningless dust beneath the cogs of time
You and I: meaningless dust beneath
The cogs of time
Mannequinesque motions dawn till dusk
With porcelain hearts so fragile
They grow yellowed and begin to crack
With foundations so brittle and weathered
Take heed and mark these words
These visions will be birthed in bile and blood
