by Nick Gisburne
The goddess, mother from a faded age
Supports the spinning circle on her back
Its feuding nations escalate their rage
To launch a final, terrible attack
She does not falter, certain in her stride
A titan, tireless, infinitely strong
Resolved to drag her burden through the tide
Of aether, to a place foretold in song
Insane, the suicidal human race
Deluded to a point of no return
Regardless of the ruin it must face
Releases every bomb, to burst and burn
The mother knows her destiny is done
And hurls the worthless world inside the sun
