The Ruins Of Future

Ruins of the Future
 Upon the ruins of the future
 I climbed to behold
 A distance so pale
 An existence so cold
 Resembling the views
 These angels of damnation
 As my mind came and flew
 Upon the ruins of future
 I stood to be told
 That the future will fail
 Upon the hands that fold
 At the edge of the horizon
 I saw the harmony of havoc
 The path of the marauders
 Transient yet tremendous
 Upon the failure, denial of token
 Upon the speech, in my tongue spoken
 The sign, the pulse that protrude
 The resound, the return
 The sequence that conclude, the fall of man
 Upon the ruins of the future
 I climbed to behold
 A distance so pale
 An existence so cold
 Resembling the views
 These angels of damnation
 As my mind came and flew
 Upon the ruins of the future
 I settled to be bold
 When the downfall arises, as I am told
 The denomination of the grandiose demise
 Granted as the imious impetus
 Upon the failure, denial of token
 Upon the speech, in my tongue spoken
 Upon the ruins of the future
 I settled to be bold
 When the downfall arises, as I am told