Tarmon Gaidon

The brighter the cross,
The deeper the sin,
The nature of omnipotence,
Is it's inclusion within...
Laments of the guilty,
And cries of the damned,
Clever cell towers covered,
With the foliage of lands...

The people all are speaking,
Trying to save the things that they know...
Reacting to a feeling,
That everything they know is about to blow.

A silent flash in the sky...
Like a shooting star, without the sigh.