Pendulum

Time, the incurable disease,
Aging, deaying everything in its wake,
Everything we once loved,
Everything we once loathed,
Everything we used to idolise,
Everything that shaped our primitive beliefs.
Now gone forever.

The virgins, the children and the wine,
Victims of sodomy, atrophy and sourness,
Unite in a clock of change,
They stand defiant,
It is useless,
The stream of time drowns them,
Burying them in the sea of progress and evolution.

Today things are no different.
The wrath of time still strikes upon us,
Soon we will endure similar fates of our forefathers,
Our flesh returning to the vast nothingness that is the beginning,
Sadly our only hope is that we will be remembered.