Our skulls will one day be as theirs
A rotting edifice
Those dreams and memories once held
That the bones hold no longer
No promise can be made
Not in earnest
Of the wealth of the beyond
Or of a life after
As tumultuously as we live
Children of strife and chaos
Not one day is ever promised
We may never see the morrow
Dust is what we shall be
In the eons that will pass
Pulverized by the merciless machinery
Of death and time
Paradox 