Into the darkness we ride
Grasping at the chains of purgatory
This is our story, one of solitude
Of forgiveness, of decisions made in haste
Our story ends when we say it ends
We err on the side of caution
And follow the trails of deception
The path to hell is both narrow and wide
Transgressions can be forgiven, but never forgotten
We seek remembrance of past feelings forgotten
When our remembrance is whole we will be forgotten
But we must push through the painful agony of desperation or desolation
When the crows fly for the horizon
A door opens into the harbor of truth
We must mark this moment as a portent of the beginning of things to come, everything is changing
We must peer into the veil of humanity and recognize the truths and signs of the end of all of the current establishments
They must fall for true progress to continue
For they are broken in the face of technological progress
Their laws no longer have meaning as the March continues
We all must evolve as the beating of the drums reverberate through the earth’s fragmented core
It refracts and tickles its way towards true absolution
We stand before a monolithic moment and we feel our own ineptitude before such grandeur
But we must stand strong and ignite the fires in our hearts and the flames of our souls
We must push back the ignorance of the vast and bear witness to our salvation, ourselves