Ekpyrosis

march over the fallen while the flames are closing in

the last messiah and a faith so grim

and no one will grow old

The last red dawn lies upon the crowd

and a shroud of decay lying on the ground

i turn my head

a sadness comes over me then

something i could not feel before

i knew it had to end

but i had strenght to try some more

all is gone

the last messiah still goes on

ever marching on

the wheels are spinning

it is so cold

freezing below ground level

hollow mindless slaves

unborn

metal whips are stinging

flaying the skin

skinning the soul

and never will the sun

ever be seen again

i read somewhere

sometime long ago

in a book, i think it was called

about socrates and the power of the self

and of voltaire and his ways to escape

lastly i heard the words of Nostradamus

and how he foresaw that this would be the end

when all is said

and all is done

no one cares about the dying sun

there's no one left

no cross to bear

the dirt that's hidden everywhere

the scent of the lotus has been lost

for an eternity i searched in vain

watched the leaves shiver and cease

my immortality a faithful curse

ironic that i should fall by my own hand

the prophetised saviour

the last messiah marches on