Hungry for the day.

We looked above, lying in the hard bed of yours. To the skies, far, up above the horizon. 

Looking up costs ignoring the world around you. But with her presence, the world looks as dull as a dead desert candelabra.

The skies are wide, glittered, and gorgeous, tho he's afraid to express; Nothing defeated her beauty.

Yes, we did, we did what we were supposed to. Only you and I, the world we live in, for ourselves, forever.

Yes, we did, the machines we made, those ones that kill. They wouldn't bite, but seduce.

Here, my heart's desire, the world, all yours, kneeling down to your beauty, the entire verse stands.

The skies and the glittery mess it unleashed, the stars that showed us the way and all living, bow down to your wisdom.

Here it is, the world we have conquered, the seas that are ours. You decide the waves, the tides, and the way of the wind.

You decide life, you decide death, but may I ask you one thing, why was all this your destiny, love?

May the mountains, heart made of rocks, hear. The valleys that look upon the majestic views, bow down and let your servant hear the truth.

"Them", she whimpered, those machines you made, made you do that?

Like all things man created, men altered chemicals and chemicals, they altered men.

It is alive, it is beautiful, brighter than the sun, its wisdom is off the limits of mortal apprehension and its power is unthinkable.

The true goddess, isn't you, my love. It's those controlling you, the masters of the universe, and for them, we mortals are unuseful enough to annihilate.

Pray, Pray for the living, like all mortals always did, pray, pray - my love, pray alongside me to serve their excellence.

And tonight, we sleep, not so tired, but to escape the night, from them, to wake up at the day, to serve them more.