Forge of Finitude

Planetary spirals on the verge of dissipating into ether
 Withering species, antonyms of eternity
 Astonished by the visions of chaos in spiral motion
 For we are bound to the forge of finitude
 Branded by the forge yet blessed with the promise of free will,
 Destined to return and engulf the cosmic foundry
 Elliptical orbits slide through wormholes
 Dragging planets in their wake,
 Reverberations of agony permeate the very essence of matter
 Rhetoric winds consume these barren wasteland
 Even when corpses are erased by vermin and oblivion,
 We still worship the vultures of destruction
 Hail to thee, vultures of elimination
 We linger in a state of caustic incubation
 Cathode cages are built to purge
 Our Vitruvian sense of belonging
 Trapped in the shadow of long-lost memories
 For we are bound to the forge of finitude,
 The source that creates yet dictates
 All things must eventually end