Today for tomorrow

Weeds sway under the wind.

Running forward the root of the light

Our steps were their shadows.

We walked proudly on.

Deep in crime

They walked on hands and knees

Like one with the bright metal

They leave for their own black valley of space.

A throne of bloodied, living skeletons lay before us.

Birds are dead.

Around them, the sky is covered by the spawn of birds of steel.

They powerlessness

Was attractive

Like love

Like a warm corner

And we

We were in charge to extract the heart of the Sun.