A century of dreaming about a future that is lost
Days turn to years, these words falling on deaf ears
Shaping the world to come
Constantly moving forward, the cutting edge of technology
Survival is the only option
Why? Has this all been for nothing?
No way of knowing until we try
Dazed and broken, a silence falls upon
Feeling helpless, but still will carry on
Now the final page has turned, yet still no lesson has been learned
From vision to design, the race for information
Civilization will fall, these final words spoken before the journey to the traveler
Are these our last hours? No time to waste!
“Go ahead Sir Knight, slay me! You won in fair combat, strike! Let rivers of blood wash away the stain of my disgrace. Go on! Spewer the field with my dishonored guts.”