Sarabante Remnants
All remnants of this modern plague.
Sightless eyes and clouded brains.
All marked with numbers discerned by race.
Boxed in a system about to fail.
Our thoughts are forbidden and buried in dusk.
The glimmer of hope flickers in gloom.
Barren emotions.
Under a black cloud hiding the sun.
Sunk in the apathy of this frozen life.
But the world goes on,
straight to collapse.
Frail forms of life,
born, marked for death.
Our thoughts are forbidden and buried in dusk.
The glimmer of hope flickers in gloom.
Barren emotions.
Our arms have been stolen,
the dream is fading away.
Our wings have been severed,
we plummet to the ground.
Decay remains.
Under the surveillance,
under the knife,
under the black clouds.
Retaliate,
Remnants of this plague.
Are these truly the last days?
