Celestial angels of hope
Who guard us all from the above
Flourish abilities to praise holy thoughts
Forge wealth, no need is consumed
Everlasting scraps of wisdom flood us.

Millions, sages become as fetuses
Cataclysm makes most of thy realm
Chemical autopsy dissect our souls
For each one above, a thousand below.

Precious gems of thoughts
A being crucified for lords lust
Cretins we become, for a world colliding
All possession is insignificant
Light and hope have vanished
This end is a begining...