The Ubiquity of Perception
Clarity comes well born to dawn
With an undying, insatiable rage,
Gone are the times when love was ours
That permitted a wit to gauge
Free men once said that time based lies
Do marketh and strengthen our faults,
But now, we are, as ever before, the race that designed the vaults
Not now
Not past
Nor never still; a back to laden the burden
The rock that stands erect
Shall be the one that acts as Verdun
Because, all this, will never be, disposed of tranquillity,
The Fall of Rome, the fall of man
Shall waddle in the sea.
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