Rust of Coming Ages

Behind the artifacts of old

You never saw their virgin glance

Held in creating hands unknown

Exposed to oxidation, slow disintegration leaving trace

(Corroding for all days)

Anything shining bright today

Will undergo this certain decay

How many ages have to come and go until we know

All we create has to fade

When the never still assembly line subsides to shine

What will remain

Now it is the same old tale again

The egoistic fail to see it's not their private history

Once caught by this seduction

Follows destruction of our world (and millions lie unheard)

Anything breathing light today

Will undergo this certain decay

No machinery (we pave)

And no HDD (our way)

Was ever built to spin eternally (liquid crystal dismay)

In the tombs of stone (beyond)

Any servant drone (below)

Is just a remnant found beneath the bone