Set in ways to see the rest along the road for actions in need of taking place,
setting forth from all the connections in between a fall to call its own
as change to allow an order to right the wrongs present in ways of a future sold

By thoughts of a force and might incalculable through its severed embrace,
seared within the mind of something made and yet born in disguise of taste,
few years , lesser sights from when a day was wrought until the veil is shed by dawn,

If only human, a means to significance would fail these times,
and time again would steer clear of the void that would suffice its indifference,
because of whats worth to a greater mind in annihilation , it would rest in pieces ,

redefined as the history of a repeatable lie .