There was never a twilight of gods so ill-bred and arrogant as we

(Save those winged, blood-drunk spectres of pyramids and stars)

And so the most fearful thought of all is that our end will never be.

Perhaps a hundred years more (if one discounts Singularity)--

Did the murdered millions of yesterday's modernity think we'd go even this far--

Did they then fear extinction, or rather the thought of perpetuity?

A perfect man's morality--escape the superstition, strip the mystery

For we have liberated ourselves from all that stood to bar

Freedom from judgment greater than our own--and yet, no longer guilty

We cannot stop the self-loathing which underlies all self-ardor.

But there is no salvation in this philosophy

Only discriminating extinction, for we will never reach the stars

How could ever an earthly heaven exist amidst this endless clamor?

Desires and hatreds welled over; yet pray for a civil eternity

A dignified demise amidst the endless bleeding of ageless war

Pray against the terror; that the end will never be.