We are the last in the line defying a force that cannot lose
Neither of us chose it, yet we carry the same task
Let this ring.
A subset of existence tasked in defiance of the whole's nature
Warriors wielding complexity in the face of discord
The carved from eternal sands and stone vivisecting the cosmos we found ourselves adrift within
Artists, lovers, enemies, leaders, slaves, thinkers, poets, and all
We are the same.
Against an omnipresence as fundamental as the time we have left. Now is ours
In time we make our children – The thoughts. The ideas. The designs
And let them speak, for their convictions will call the next from like minds
And they will flourish in darkness to maintain complexity
Above entropy, though the timeless march inevitable
If only enough to say we were greater. We were something. We had answers
But the end will rend our children and return them to nothing
Our game's end. Progeny broken. Us forgotten.
In light of this we will pass the torc