Falling in numbers my species fades.

I too am unsavable, alive enough to percieve. Forgotten enough not to elude.

Silently crying the end of our lifetime enshrouds,

Blind man, what haven will you not destroy.

The stillness of sanctary.

Gathered like angels we shelter the last of your saviours.

You judge as if we could choose.

Although we shine your arrogance leaves us defencless,

Oh brittle war, oh shallow and murky infection.

Time unconsciously burns.

Hated but missed we eventually pray for your uprise,

The last of us history.