Unending Call of 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