Do you have the time?
The shadows cast precisely
Although the sun does not shine
One Dimension pierces fiercely

Out of the depths of shade
Attacks and lashes burn to ashes
Sweep away alongside the blade
Under Earths dampest grasses

What becomes of the tenses
How will we know the effects
Our never existing or everlasting pseudosciences
Or vibrating aching senses

Trivial pursuit of happiness
When being lacks discernment
Run valiantly towards darkness
Battle dimensional resurgents