And I recall my climb, and curse the damn foot-man. I ask But nothing comes from nothing I collapse. So I look over birches, I see neighbors and friends I wish for just something, to cleanse. There are birds. Time begins again, time restarts time.
Man is a bad animal, man is far away The eternal footman, won the day.
I realize my position, even though I have none. I'm the savior to another kind, we are not the only one. Our destruction caused a reckoning, our ways caused new birth Father Time and Mother Nature, created a new earth. And the promise was kept, not water, but blood. And I die.