Inception - Diabolical

Feeding the withered machine

And its wasted means

A sombre plight, a writ of right

Absence of light

Receding are our vaults of wisdom

In this state

An abysmal vision

A result of our clouded sight

Broken is the wheel

A guilty man’s appeal

Terra Mater will not kneel

As we plummet towards the end

There is no hope

There is no future here

Inception

You’ll find no life

You’ll find no solace here

Inception

Meadows barren

Bereft of life

The path of the Great Auk

It will guide the way to oblivion

Candid extinction

She will not kneel

As we plummet towards the end