I am the subtle knife that glides
Between the tendon and the bone
I am the thoughtful blade that slides
From what was hoped to what is known

I am the darkness in the light

And to her they gave the sight
Perhaps the greatest gift they could bestow
To see, with eyes that God Himself might use
The minds of all mankind

Torn for her was the great veil

-I-

A light filled horizon
The heavens aflame
As we pointlessly cower
To hide from our shame
In a handful of minutes
Our short lives will expire
With the ruins of Earth
As our funeral pyre