Mankind

Oh foolish ones

You have lost

Yourselves

In the Time

You created

The restraints

You gave

Have been turned

Against you

By your own

Brainchild

You fear Death

Always running

Against your clock

When you are gone

Time will not remain

New things will

Overthrow

Old

Things die

In the end

Mortals

Even brilliant ones

Ignorantly give Time power

Suppressing our own

Giving gifts we had

On a whim for

Newfound order

Excessive order

Perfection

Was our goal

Instead

We made

A

Hell

Out of

Heaven