Chasing the setting sun
Eyes straight ahead
How many were left dead
Man's lust for knowledge
Boundless, unquenchable
What is the cost?
It matters not, not at all
The unseen, the forgotten
Cursed to a horrid fate
A fate of horror
Unspoken horrors
Hidden beneath society
A society built atop lies
Built atop blood and bodies
But it matters not men
We have progressed again
Thank you for your deeds
Now you must die, hidden
Hidden from the world
For what horrors we committed
To make a "better future"
A future that the children
And their children
Will endure the sacrifice
Of the forefathers
Lands left perverted
Barren and scorched
Cities built on the dead
And men scarred
Discarded like old parts
Bits of machinery, marching on
Progress comes at a cost
A cost never seen
A debt incurred to the wronged
A debt of blood paid to society
Never once to be rewarded
So we shall die today
But fear not, for society
It marches on
But we,
We march no more.
