Far away from where we came
A humanoid matured on alien ground
Bones protect your tender chest
Your throat was made to scream the sound.
Sweat drips from your pallid thighs
Your struggle will accelerate the pace
Nature’s treadmill does not care,
This strain will soon distort your fragile face.
You see the waste of time around these days
You see the waste of lives surround our ways
Time flows in your blood, my dear.
Weaved within your strings of DNA
Perfection of anatomy
Sublimity is destined to decay.
Your flesh will rot upon this sand
Your velvet skin resists its final doom
A morbid angel turns to dust
A sacrifice to generate new bloom.