Saturnine

Come now and let it all go...

Time is a beast devouring its children

Wild eyed, the ever churning tide

He does suppress the cries of nascent sovereignty

Lest golden ages be undone

Time makes beasts of all its golden children

Wild eyed, the ever churning tide

As we egress through parodies of infancy

And we await being born

Go now and let it all come...