Future Made Flesh
by Alghazanth· from Wreath Of Thevetat
The crack in the earth
between us grows wide
there's dread on your face
but certainty on mine
We differ in essence
like night does from day
I'm a proud servant
but you're just a slave
At the opposite ends
of the rope we are
you with blue lips
I with sore palms
This scene is a symbol
for the fate of mankind
future made flesh
a glimpse of coming times