Shades of urine
Dictated the path
Little did they know
Slides of darkness
Obfuscated the truth.
En route of the apocalypse
They saunter for the smell of flowers
Ideas in the mind that tell us we are fine.
Something out of nothing
A Big Bang pointed at their heads.
The theory got dismantled by time.
The truth is like a demon
It speaks on everything but itself.
Humans accept the atrocities of our quanta
They chalk it up to the absence of our power
They resort to words like fate
But when it is but of ourselves
We cry tragedy and hang the innocent.
Martyrs never fade.