Where is tomorrow?

Where is my tomorrow that I should obey the Sun?

What gave this light authority over me?

How much is power worth?

EVERYTHING! cries my enemy

but his hands have become weak,

For he is strong but does not rest, as such he must be tired

   come, lye down to rest my Lord,

I will do good whilst you dream,

Come lye down beside me!

and let me heal your pain,

Or gnash your teeth, yes sharpen your jaw a little more!

Let your guilt wash over you, for you are derserving of this evil you pursue,

Yes, my lord your deeds have caught up to you!

You are without fail dead inside,

  why fight, you cannot prevail against us, the good and decent men of mankind now!

Now, you will lye down in fire,

  and your consciousness burned to nothingness.

You have always been wrong to this extent; the clay is not greater than the Potter.

So your consequences are now your own,

lye down in the fire of entropy that is your home.

goodbye, my friend, goodbye.