Upon the ruins of the future

I climbed to behold

A distance so pale

An existence so cold



Resembling the views

These angels of damnation

As my mind came and flew



Upon the ruins of future

I stood to be told

That the future will fail

Upon the hands that fold



At the edge of the horizon

I saw the harmony of havoc

The path of the marauders

Transient yet tremendous



Upon the failure, denial of token

Upon the speech, in my tongue spoken

The sign, the pulse that protrude

The resound, the return

The sequence that conclude, the fall of man



Upon the ruins of the future

I climbed to behold

A distance so pale

An existence so cold



Resembling the views

These angels of damnation

As my mind came and flew



Upon the ruins of the future

I settled to be bold

When the downfall arises, as I am told



The denomination of the grandiose demise

Granted as the imious impetus



Upon the failure, denial of token

Upon the speech, in my tongue spoken



Upon the ruins of the future

I settled to be bold

When the downfall arises, as I am told