A Treatise of Human Nature

Realize all is in vain
Humanity and its growing pains
Unless we rise above the Sun
All horizons come undone

Thus the sky was set ablaze
In the shadow of our dying days
May this light banish all sombre nights
And set you on your way

Of Mother Gaea heir apparent
Made of stardust, love, lust and pain
Protector, vassal, messiah
Of both yourself and her domain

Ride the winds that compassion proclaims
Caressed by the warmth of pantheons aflame

Above the firmament lies the cosmos
The sword of the morrow for better days
True freedom opens at the close of seeking
The beacon of hope that dispels perdition's haze

Thus the sky lies set ablaze
In the shadow of our dying days
May this light banish all sombre nights

And set you on your way