When we have cured everything?
No aids, no cancer, no pandemics, no war
As the pulse of this magnitude
This resolution of nothing
We're only a glimpse in time
Worlds collapse, empires dissolve
The insufficient answers are many
We're only a glimpse in time
This barren earth is gone
This barren earth is done
Another world is no option
We dwell as we fail to succeed
Rather a testament of a failing
Future generation absolved into nothing
Death is the truth that lies to us all
Religious afterlife is an extension
Of our egocentric world picture