Forever unto infinity
Upon this cosmic canvas
Is history etched into being.
The secrecy of truth
The emptiness of meaning
Shall be laid bare on its pages.
With a pen of steel, deceit, and misfortune
Is this universe's blackeningly tragic gospel
Imprinted in crimson ink unto humanity.
Thus is our tendency to bliss in ignorance
Equilibrium in chaos, and hope in despair.
'Tis our experienced and learned naïveté.
Indeed, we are race driven by tragedy
Fated to hope beyond hope and dream
Of an impossible, hopeless perfection.