Destiny exists surely for decay
Fortunes verily to waste abound
Where men to chance have been sold
And from ease cannot be bought
They rise like mountains for height
And stretch like the everlasting ranges
Heaps and heaps of great dreams
Every one a wealth of unfathomable promises
Promises holding in trust the joys of a certain tomorrow
Bartered they lie on the altar of convenience
For the comfort of a fleeting moment yielded
Many even at the gates
In the very courts of destiny
The earth covers her face in shame
Heaven stand afar for terror
At our shameless celebration of profligacy
While the grave prides as heir to our trusts
Halt oh sons of men
Halt and redeem your destiny!