Pandemic Destruction

Dreams which find us innocent for now
Will serve for all a sleepless night

We learn to tell dreams from waking
To realise who we are

Give me your abyss
Sell me your soul

Rage extends its arms to meekness
Victim's eyes smile at the torturer

If these are scales, what pans don't move
If there is justice without excess?

One short step from eternal art to artificial eternity

Pandemic destruction

Give me your abyss
Sell me your soul