30 May 2012
Fresh from the wrapper, A world so sweet, and clear, You wouldn't know it.
That was us, our past, Gone, as the wind blows away sand, Like grains in Time's hourglass, we fly, pouring Endlessly, endlessly
Yet in all of Time's existence, We have never stopped, And looked back.
Onward! We charge, Running Time through, With a blade of fate, And as blood seeps away, Draining time away
The sky shines sky blue, As we embrace The New.
The New • Opuss № I