The dawn of children is dying.
Adults, revelling in their power,
leave no room for rebellion, or freedom,
and as they rise, the future cries for us.

I see poppies growing in evergreen fields,
and endless decades of white winter snow.
I see a new race of men and women,
doomed to wander the world without cause.

I see the trees shimmer and sway in the acrid breeze,
made all the more beautiful by false truth and honest lies,
which as they meet, form a bond like no other,
and as they kiss, consume.

The days grow shorter with every leaf that falls,
clinging to its mother, the last of rust-infested children.
At night the stars corrupt our once-innocent adult minds,
and leave us to dream again, wandering the forest floor.

Perverted skies that lied to us all, promising rain
Instead the drought threatens our very lives each passing day
Dragging on and on through blistering heat on a camel's back
With remnants of a third eye our only way home.

Never did the historians forsee such a woeful existence
And the scientists in their laboratories, failed to notice
The psychics in their own enlightened minds neglected to tell us
Just how very far we had come down this long, deserted path.

I see long summers and short winters, paradise one day
A decaying dream that vanishes with the night's eyes
And in the morning, the moonmares come again
Weary backs destroying them as they toy with our heads

Dangerous shadows of a ghostly past
A child's lost cry in a crowded street
A place of urchins, of despair and loneliness
Break an eggshell mind, careless

Rain comes softly now, and then suddenly harsh
Furious with lack of response from the corpses all around
Sister Sun left them to perish in the sick sand
The river still refuses to run, no longer a false hope.

Pyramids crumble to the earth's core and weep
Ancient kings fall to their knees with the politicians
Scrounge on the ground for salvation
Seeking a holy grail that the world forgot

The last of the old ones die out slowly
Incompatible with the forsaken world they destroyed
The Mother shakes her head and lets her tears flow
Mourning the loss of a race that once ran free

Gentle, she gives them solace in final breaths
She moves the stars, takes the sun away for good
Never again the light of day for them - only long-awaited night
Despite the sacred virginity they took, she forgives.

The Mother heals as the new race dawns
No children to be seen; only the sick adults of the future
Worse than the old Aquarians, these are minotaurs
Chrome eyes and metal grates for brains

The artists could never have painted such a scene
The poets could never have written it down
The musicians could not have composed it
And the actors could never fake the world's death.

An era of freedom ends and gives way to dictatorship
The Mother is replaced by an unholy Father Earth
Who replaces her slowly but surely, and, after poisoning her
Violates her as they once did, and as he kisses her, consumes.