In the gray, the dark, dark gray,
The stolen men wait.
After they melt into the gray,
They will no longer exist.
The stolen men stand, melting,
Melting away.
But, there, one, the tall one,
The proud one,
The first to go.
The tall one stares blankly,
At his dull, dead world of gray.
What can one say,
To the fallen one?
And the tall one speaks,
"I am the titan of the mind,
And the world exists
to expand my knowledge."
From behind him comes a disagree.
A strong man, melting into the gray.
He speaks:
"No! I am the titan of the body,
And the world exists
To house me!"
While the body and the mind,
Locked in continuous conflict,
Continue their crucade of control,
I, their true god,
Fear the overwhelming
World outside.
And the stolen men melt,
Blending with the walls,
As the all consuming walls
Close in and devour me.
I, their god, died long ago,
Only to live again,
In suffering.
