|The lights turning out one by one, we all fall down.
||[Feb. 15th, 2015|06:26 pm]
The City Grinds you apart.|
Cheshire cats gutted on the island.
Wandering stars falling from heaven burning up.
Ash fallen the city burns again, crumbling from other ages.
We the keepers of the light still call out with our light.
The last beacon of a dark age.
21st century feudalism, I thought that we remembered but it seems we have forgotten.
A forgotten many wash below vision, a world outside of view.
15th century 21st century an age where some get the benefits of lightning fast mathematics pulsating
on the backs of unknown many processors.
The lights turning out one by one, we all fall down.