To the Deathless

Blood death atone life
Savior chaos tears strife

Contortions of anguish choked on irony
Perversion of brilliance, abundant pestilence
Immeasurable distortions fractured to no end

The irony of discovery is waiting to lose control
Through spite and callousness we look on without remorse
To the deathless
Automation and technology wielded by those who run the world
We slip backwards into darkness by giving up our turn
To the deathless