Eschaton

Strange desire
Broken thing
World on fire
Entropy
It’s that bitter root
That holy seed
Come to heal my mind
Come to make me see

The last thing
The last thing

Wings of light
Bloodless breed
Hearts of wild
Pulsing energy
Here’s your fallen god and
Your vital spring
Drunk with holy wine
Filled with air to breathe

The last thing
The last thing

The last thing
The last thing

Empty houses
Quiet streets
Fading sun
Failing memory
Those forgotten rites and
And abandoned dreams
Left to hidden signs
In geometry

The last thing