The History of the Future

On a distant moon a woman wanders
Finding friends of all shapes and sizes
Carefree and filled with wonders
On a distant moon a woman wanders
Splendidly she sings and passionately she ponders
Uncovering the truths behind the disguises
Finding friends of all shapes and sizes

Gazing at galaxies and experiencing existence
Breathing the atmosphere and touching the sea
Feeling mighty as the mountains in the distance
And ancient as the forest’s oldest tree

Fluid as a daydream
Powerful as an idea
…wait
Bountiful as scarcity
Menacing as a sycophant
Humble as a monarch… butterfly

In the land of Sanguine Samurai
Conscious creatures continually die
Paradises become battlefields
Blood stains the starfields
The disintegrating dictators are dreary and dry
People so brainwashed, they become the lie

Crimson tides in rhythmic motions
Foretold of violent notions
No one left to tell the tale
All are silent, all are pale
Heartache sweeps across the oceans
Crimson tides in rhythmic motions

Operatic voices singing in harmony
Sounding like prehistoric chants
The epitome of sophistication
A symphonic melody plays
Voices becoming zealous
Drums beating loudly
The music stops
Nothingness
Silence