Texty: In Solitas. The State of Mankind. An Ode To Our Last Tidings.

I wanted naught more than to offer her my essence
She asked for an ode to our last tidings
An effigy to behold as our wings grasped the sky

They were the nonentity and the finite beings

But we were everlasting
Our ashen feathers intertwined
Delighting in obituaries inked in cinders

They watched from lesser cathedrals

Possessions would never supersede our bond
Lions could never tear us apart
We would never reach appendices of intercession
But they erected a tower with a likeness to Babel

And made a greed-ridden ascent to the seraph and his archangel
We fashioned the tears that became their jealousy scythe
And watched them writhe from the burden of their decline

We were the infinite beings who prevented the last Great Deceiving