At great cost they lay down their weapons
and exposed that which they considered most dear.
Almost instantly a joy was felt
as eons of detritus fell to the wayside
leaving the once hulking steel barricades of warriors
to dance, now lighter than feathers.
don't look up!
ah, the infamy of too late warnings
as detritus landed in our eye
Detritus oh detritus
The soft spoken sediments of time,
Sensual Darkness inviting sloath like minds,
immuned to senses and natural surroundings.
Bathe our thoughts and replenish our dreams
What ever happened to the ancestral Mayday
Dillusional ways of life, blinded pains and rains of a century....