It does not matter what you think
I do die disinfected of human beings
a regret of times gone so by
for mighty was the sword in my mind

Now we do what is asked
we surrender our noble swords
for we did mean to fight
on so many, on so many sides

Could we fall in ignorance
for we could not protect all
should not the manner of Earth
be given by the great stars of old

Some God's are pure infants
closed to the fabric of time
swaddled in comfort
in the future of baby stars

My Love for them
lord's of time
oh goodness no
they share a Holy Rhyme

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris