What may any day bring forth without hope for tomorrow?

So I shall tentatively put my head high above the parapet...

See a whole new day bathed in gold arising fast in the east

Taste the timeless awe of the world and searching for solace

Shall suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune...

That descend swiftly from vengeful hearts out of a leaden sky

I see the eternal hungering of men driven towards dominion
Sucked fast and deep by fate into the vortex of self determination

Science is the inexorable descent to madness termed progress

For what fools seek to disseminate and so thus destroy all that...

Makes the very breath of our life worth exhaling into the morning