We fade into oblivion
Under the callous gods
We made
None can be found
In the void
Their screams are whispers
Calling to the past
To assuage fears of the future
New horrors imagined
There will be no light here
No righteousness to illuminate
Nothing but good intentions in gray
Nothing of value
But tragedy
And a content Sisyphus
Falsehoods give no fealty
To the reality we wish
To our dismay and disenchantment
Leave these ashes where they fall
Whether our dreams
Or those we love
Paradox 