The executors of chaos
The inheritors of death.
We won't even be forgotten,
There'll be no one left to forget.
Only in their death
Will our debt be erased,
And we wait,
Build,grow, agitate.
As the ice melts and the ocean swells
All our masters are building is hell.
The anticipation, the unsatisfiable hunger,
The knowing but not ever knowing.
As the last trees are murdered
And the insects are dying in droves,
Death crawls up the chain.