A suffocation of the sensesA senseless suffocationWater-filled streams have long since driedWas there ever any other way?Or was this bleakest destiny our plague?
A dread impendingLike suicide's omniscient pleaClasping and crawlingAnd shredding man's being
We were that we wereNow we are that we are - nothing, unseeing
Where once stood a templeNow stands cold stoneAn inner sanctum of utter disgustRepelling nature's divine lust
Mortality is truthAnd truth is a lieThe waterless streams overwhelm usAnd now we must die
But our dying hour resists our pleaWhy won't you come, why must you flee?
Our last rites have been written??but not yet read