Far away from where the layers are seen,
Lies every passing crate of dry awe;
For those who weren't keen,
And not for those who have been blown away.

Every essential dust of primordial time;
We wasted; we killed; we desired to pass!
And we come around with our thoughts sublimed,
For we do not know what is to be trespassed.

Such puny acts of so-called "justice" and "righteousness",
We are blinded by such acts and not understanding;
This world layers a whole lot of seething predatory nests;
Not you nor me can solve this but togetherness.

No such thing can ever save us from the inevitable;
Excluding your choice that lies in sand and gravel,
You are the one that decides this world's inevitable fate;
We have a choice; we have hope; because we all need to relate!