…see I woke up with visions
with a way to manipulate the slow hum of physics…
"A scene that’s lost in the receding memories,
the feeding trough of bleak repeating centuries.
The uneasy thought that we’ll be eventually
the meat that Gods need to bleed for energy.
The unavoidable fact that our toil and and our craft
is just a bunch of noises at last.
All the glory we had, all our joy and laughs
is nothing but the soil and the grass…”