Woe is me,

Cursed am I,

Doomed to live

Beneath a starless sky.

 

The ancient ones

Are gagged and bound,

By grinding gears

Of electronic sound.

 

Innocence

Lost her purity,

She’s been raped by

Modernity.

 

Simple, free

Was a child’s cry;

Now effortless breath

As men, they die.

 

To the lowest places

Water will flow;

On the highest mountain

Nothing will grow.

 

In much learning

Soon folly is found;

Its empty fruit has

Flourished all around.

 

Doubt’s the faith

Of our age;

Blind guides our

Beloved infallible sage.

 

Blessed are we,

If we learn to fly

High above this

Rampant starless sky.