They seem born to weep then die. Our new man taught them crying in the Fall. It is a peaceless globe. In desperate desire to see her freed Of her absurdity. But war is here.
Men die in conflict, bathed in blood and greed.
And both of them beheld the planet bleed. And then I fell asleep and all awareness fled. I felt my very being shrinking down. My vastness ebbed away. In dwindling dread, All size decayed.