A certain time ago, a mother gave birth to a boy, to her wonder.

A certain time in the future, that boy’s mother will be six feet under.

Empires from East and West, monopolising land and populace,

Empires in a bloody mess, falling apart with no grace.

Quarter of a century ago, we came onto this Earth,

Quarter of a century later will be the day of the last human’s birth.

What comes must go, and what is born must die,

What is created will be destroyed, no matter how hard you try.

For only when what exists disappears in all of space,

Can something better take its place.