We, the people, lose touch
Technology and sin are important
Glory of creation, not so much
Blinking, we reach the ledge
Being on the brink of death and sorrow
Hinders not the weary travelers
Binded on the screwed path we follow,
Only other way is a doomed voyage
With punctured holes in the ship,
Waters seep in and nearly drown us
Offering a higher powers as a bargaining chip
Sinking further into an unknown zone
We're on the brink.
Blinded until we sink.