The Black Riders of the World Government

5

Pursuing the horizon
I was disturbed by futility

In all the splendour of the worlds
This is what we became

Making quaint progress
Heeding outdated hierarchies

Yes, I heard a thousand tongues
Calling doom, heralded by economic collapse

There were no soft gardens
In these troubled times

The speed of change allowed
Second travelers with us

Pursing the future was not
The open answers of kind eyes

But a monarchy of sterner kingdoms
Than the Earth had ever known.

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