this is a song of hope

...then someday will come a time when the world turns to dust around me, and i will not move to save it. the glory of man will rust, the hallmarks of progress will fade, and i turn away from the fires. born into this world, i am attached to its fate, and defend all i can from the ravages of chaos, fear, and weakness... but i am chaotic, afraid, and very weak. before the world crumbles away, i will shed a tear for you all, a sopping deluge of frustration and futility. the end is coming for us all, and there's nothing we can do about it... it is the way in which we face the inevitable that marks our place.