Svn - Gaerea

Like a dying and departed tribe

Some are born to crawl into the

Pockets of the living with no ancient

Creature to worship one depends

On the personal will to evolve as

A pure unique individual

They stand yet they cannot

Stop they walk yet they

Never touch the ground

The tall dark structure made

Them pay for their feelings

They are born sinless and

Die blankly with no

Ancient creature to worship

They stare to the sun

Without blindness to

Overcome them

Yet they rot for what

To be no one they

Want to claim the puissance

They stand yet they

Cannot stop they walk

Yet they never touch the ground