Stranded Post-human Archetype
As shackles glimmer
Beneath the impassible grin of the stars
A scavenger lingers
Sustained by hollowness and plastic gods
Downfall of us all
It’s too late for apologies
Downfall of our souls
Remember what’s meant to be
And that tomorrow still belongs
To the same old mistakes
All that I need is to break the fall
And recover myself
Apathy, the state of grace of the fools
A rabid strain spreading jackals loose
Funeral torch the collapse is universal
A cycle’s end, dress the world in utter darkness
