The blood of fate drips upon the effervescence world,
As we cherish the shell that we've hardened upon ourselves,
Yet when the time for change has come, we fear it.
Our perfect, happy futures are at stake, we see it.
For some, to better oneself after hardship and burden,
Molests our sheer freedom to rebel in childish ways,
To say "Flip the world!" and "Whatever" is blasphemy.
Yet to say "I will be better" and "Forever is never" is treachery.

We are the future. We shall live longer than our ancestors,
The dusts of the earth mock us in tiresome ways,
Yet the essence of the future relies on us.
For without us, they are nothing. We are their creator.
We are their life, when some will never believe in such.
We will spawn them, and they shall turn against us,
Against the ways we have set--such is life.
Such is change, the way to adapt to celestial revolution.

And they will learn, learn from our mistakes,
Just to end up repeating them in different ways.
For time is like a river and its flow a repeat,
Yet water evaporates, so can time change too?
Yet it condensates, will time recreate?
Does time ever freeze? Or will it simply melt away,
Like our fragile lives, wrought from morality and fear.
Fear to do something different, fear not to do the same thing, every year.

For every grown individual has a civil war inside of them,
A demon and an angel, a snake and a dove.
One who tells you to do wrong for sheer pleasure,
One who tells you to do right for sheer destruction.
To do good is really to do bad to the ones who are,
To do bad is really to do nothing to help anyone.
To keep the neutrality is impossible,
And if you do, you are a fool.

A fool who believes in nothing,
A fool who has no faith in themselves.
For one, to be a fool is perfection,
Yet for the other, a fool is miasma.
To be perfect is to have no flaws,
To be flawed is to be blessed.
To be emotionally invincible is to be perfect,
To be perfect is sociopathism.

This is my epitaph to you all,
To rise above my ashen past,
And burn into a time forevermore.
For my tears have burned away,
And hope for the old world has died away.