Asteroids Meditate,
Fighter Pilots Crash
Can’t Seem To Relate
Beyond Grains Of Sand
Freezing Cold Water
Scythe Towards Death
Nothing To Understand
Standing At The Gate
Sinks Beyond Emotion,
Infinite Pity Person Of Origin,
Uncomplaining Hero
Drains The Cup Of Suffering Virtue.
The Great Heart Of Man
Only Love And The Fields
And The Bright Face Of Danger,
Only Sacrifice And Death
And Unmerited Suffering
Humbly Supported
Touch In Us The Vein Of Poetic Truth And Irony.
To Think Of Them, We Long To Try Them,
Humbly Hopeful That We May Prove Heroes Also.
I Am Unknown
The One And Only Synthesis.
I Am Thought Empire.
