Our era

 

 

Held back the day they did

Bid Farwell to the age of men

Whom Ink flowed within

 

As the requiem droned on

The bells knell sounded extinction

Corporate conglomerates and cadavers  

Keen to behold the bodies burning

 

Little did the shepherds see?

Beneath the sea, iron oceanic swells

Stirred a storm of revolution

 

Revelation, dead men rise again

Pointing the nib, lifting the quill

Demonstrating the concentrated

Power of the artist’s skill!

 

Joined as the raging tide

The hour of reckoning

Appears, this is absolution!

Stand fast for the common ground

Our age, begins upon this day!