Far from hopelessness
the thriving children;
all of you little monsters
wander past your forerunners

Breathe it!
our urns of long lived history
what we were meant to die for

Close to the echo of doors that slam
that scared you to scream;
the world has no care to give
for those whose heart beats quick

Feel it!
the thrill of realistic prophecy
that was born from a fantasy
which lulled you to sleep

Our mother
Our father
All of our beloved ones
Even love has teeth; it will tear us away.