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I alone upon the highest cliff-top,
looked down, around, and all I could see
were those that I would love to share with
crashing on quite to the sea....
I tried to ask game this was,
but I would not play it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, to me....
'We have looked upon the
and are found wanting;
we looked hard across the land,
but we can see no
we have now to sear the sky,
but we are still
we are drawing to the cliffs,
now we can the call.
The are piled in mountain-shapes,
there is no except to go forward.
ask us for an answer now,
it's far too late to bow to convention.
What course is there but to die?
We looked upon the High Kings,
them less than mortals:
their names are before the just
of our young, new law.
Minds stumbling strong, we on
into the portal;
can halt our final vault
into the maw.
And as the Elders their brows

know it is really far too late now to stop us.
For if the sky is seeded
what is the in catching breath?...Expel it!
cause is there left but to die
in search of we're not quite sure of?'
cause is there left but to die?
What cause is left but to die?
cause is there left but to die?
...I don't know why...
I know our ends may be
but why do you make them
Time may finally
only the move her and
no life in the quicksand.
Yes I know
Out of control, out of
Greasy machinery on the rails,
Young minds and bodies on steel impaled....
Cogs tearing bones, tearing bones:
Iron-throated monsters are our screams,
and machinery box-press the dreams.
...but there is time...
are they who run today,
the is beginning...
no war knives, fight with our lives,
can teach nothing;
death no hope, we must grope
for the answer:
unite our blood, the flood,
the disaster...
there's other ways than screaming in the
that us merely cogs of hatred.
to the why and where we are,
look to yourselves and the and in the end
What choice is there left but to
in the hope of
our children's little ones?
What choice is there but to
choice is there but to live?
What is there but to live?
to the little ones?
choice is there left but to try?