Gears shift and click into place as the wheels of change begin their grinding work.
The stench of fear, thick in the air as we scramble beneath the teeth of the cogs.

Our prophets and saviours left their posts.
We the servants remain alone and exposed.

We pick our way through rubble and crushed dreams as the dials reach a fever pitch.
The sick and hate-filled rumble of muffled screams crash on our bleeding ears.

There is no salvation left in the violence.
We leftover souls might settle for silence.

We gather and wonder at earning escape from the machines uprooting our peace.
Who among us would rather wander through death than race the steel jaws of inevitability?

Though, quitting has never been our way.
Amidst these lethal wheels, we remain.