I remember what was said on that September night.
Don't go down, for the spate won't fall
Till September turns to blistering red October skies.
The colony is tapering out like a fire,
But soon it will desist.
In time it will desist.
The movement of malformed machines
Take back the mantle of steel.
Time stands still for a moment short.
I remember what was said on that September night.
Don't go down, for the spate won't fall
Till September turns to blistering red October skies.
The colony is tapering out like a fire,
But soon it will desist.
In time it will desist.
The movement of malformed machines
The movement of malformed machines
Take back the mantle of steel.
Once a cop, now a sheep.
Once on top, now beneath
The rubble of the colony.
Once a God - a machine -
Now a cot made for sleep
Like a dynasty collapsing to ruins.
The sun chases your smile,
But your mouth is always closed.
The abyss which you created
Moves further past your nose.
I will build ladders to towers to unknown dimensions
If only to see you nod,
But you're just a pawn used to aspire,
And you're still as fake as God.
You're just a pawn used to aspire,
And you're still fake as God.
- afm
circa 2008
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