Unending Call of Woe - Woe

This is a failure

And every wretched word

Is broken, enfeebled

Never to be heard

This is surrender

All history consumed

By the tomb of oppression

That is this living world

In the dead gaze of the future

Roars the great furnace of time

Renders ash all dreams of purpose

Blacken every bone, blacken every hope

We awoke to find this

Poisoned land unchanged

And the world beyond our

Blood-shot eyes still horror

Every thought a ruthless circle

Every word a vicious stone

Every effort wracked in violent degradation

Feeble forms, the spirit broken

Ground to dust by the

Weight of nothingness

Death compels all hope’s attrition

Desperate throes of the human condition

We renounce all hope and

All the days to come

Will be the coldest reinforcement

Of our failures

Held below the surface and

Caressed by probing jaws

Our bodies claimed as grist

To feed the future

Stripped to the bone

Absolute emptiness

Held captive by doubt

Razed

Forgotten

Irrelevant unto the end

Crumble in solitude

This is the end

Devoid of meaning

Irrelevant unto the end

This is submission

A final repose

This is submission

To the unending call of woe