The Last of the Monuments

Enter the endless time

Enter the never mind

The sit and wait it will change

This is the paradigm

On the mend on the descent

On a pilgrimage to the last of the monuments

This is the end

I see the sun go down for one final time

This desert is alive

And all the engines have died

I see no reason to hide

Though we should cease to speak

My vision has blurred

Legs have gone weak

I fear I’m starting to repeat

But we’ve come too far

Too far to retreat

Beyond the point of no return

The point of defeat

On bloody feet

From here on out

The thorns and the scorn of the earth unforgiving

This is the sound of it breaking you down

With a vengeance

The stench of regression

And in the end the flora reconquered

Order restored a world reborn

I’ve seen the blood

I’ve smelled the rot of their self destruction

We are the subjects

We are the sword

We are the last of the invading hordes