( novae terrae )

And under the bruised black sky

Blanketed by stars serving light like

Mirrors held high above the ant hill we call Earth

Is where we sang songs about destroying the ark of Saul

Is where we burn books and protest of arson

And protest of destruction

The beating of humanoid hearts

Quantized to a clicking mouse

Its rhythm building walls around itself

Soundproofin' with no proof of life and no signs of death

What we were searching for had been written in the veins of the leaves

And the dirt we had spent a lifetime trying to wash away

Was the God we have tried so hard

To put a face to