Caving in under the weight

Of a wavering vision,

A deluded daydream

Toppled over by a breeze

–

We’ve been crushed into the muck

By its endless machine

Glowing red the world over,

On the verge of inferno

–

Its weathered gears whine

Grinding spires to dust,

An old and fragile world of oaths

Sailing deathly on the wind

–

Giving little in return

For the rows of the aimless,

Weaving past the cold pyres

Of their far away tyrants