The solitary purpose
To outshine the heavens in our minds
Thoughts rain down a thousand suns
Flicker on the surface of the own

The principle of reason
Wielded once in service of the all
Detached from the master’s hand
Blind and writhing ever toward the end

Bleeding out
A macerated land
In veneration
Raise a monument to man
Marching onward
Treading on the scars
In procession

The solitary purpose
To outshine the heavens in our minds
Thoughts rain down a thousand suns
Flicker on the surface of the own