There will be a day when mankind will be measured
The tool of assessment being the string of sorrow which leads down the labyrinth of each other's lives
And our cities will be shaken to their core
And our bones will point us in the direction of death like a compass damned
And our wings of superiority will melt at the first dawn of revelation
And our words which have cut each other centuries will lacerate what remains of our enlightenments and will take back what has always been chaos' possession
