History transformed into future

Our eyes lack a depth of field big enough to comprehend

Watching through a pin hole

Acting as if we understand

How much have we forgotten through the passage of time

Burned and pillaged

Building our own coffins one nail at a time

As the facade begins to crack

There is a thin line between peace and war

As we pretend we are not born of the same blood

And raw emotions plunder us back to the dark ages once again