The past ‘n’all my love a blasted ruin
City of the dead consumed by desert
Rebuilt again ‘n’again, what else ‘s’worth doin’
Sand foundations, falling always to dirt
The future, it is a thicket of thorns
Strang’ling each limb, only stillness is peace
Tearing, shredding my skin, my soul it scorns
Stillness is not life and life does not cease
With ev’ry step those teeth sink into me
Blood thirsty jaws gnaw’n’ at my flesh and bone
Flaying till there’s nothing, only debris
Escape costs blood, but death I can postpone
All things end even the thorny thicket
It’s not won, but endured, no gold’n ticket
~David T. Kukulkan~
The Iron Astrolabe 