IN time, the seekers vice, frost completion (in fire, wind, dead water) terminates a revolt against our armies (in blood earth lay) A line, we trust, to never end and never begin. A mass production, in robot arms (made our minds) Drain this, something will never be had. To end...in time, intellect of makers minds, of dreamers dreams, will cease in this whole, this existence(shoved upon thee)Taken by species, massed into drifters'essence,circulation ceases in high. Killed by grace instead of bombs? The sight. Drops down, hearts end in one sweep.
