Vision crosses over the pitiful.
Sightless eyes gaze at the world made broken,







Looking down at a land which was stolen.








That which we call God, its face is mournful.

From our Human eyes, we gaze up, scornful;

















Demanding for a future forgotten.
Our prideful stance, unforgiving, open.
We will not bow to these beings awful.

As Forces clash, ideals fall behind,
Mortals scream, Divines cry. The real is gone.






Universes break, while stars simply die.




Our earth, as we know it, finally done.
Ambition, lives, family- denied.
The Gods that wept, their mourning now a goodbye.