Ashen Throne 2

This is not survival. This is sentence. Iron lungs breathe through the walls Generators grind like buried gods The tunnels pulse beneath the earth A concrete womb A carbon tomb We kneel before the fading lights Not praying for salvation But containment NO RETURN NO ASCENT NO FORGIVENESS We were the species without restraint The flood without memory We transformed the forests into dust And taught the oceans how to choke Now every pipe that leaks above us Sounds like judgment through the stone BENEATH THE SURFACE WE ACCEPT THE WEIGHT BENEATH THE SURFACE WE LEARN OUR PLACE LITURGY OF THE PENITENTS LET THE EARTH DIGEST OUR NAMES Children born without a sky Trace circles where the sun once was Old men whisper myths of birds Like extinct machinery Some still dream of going upward We call them dangerous. Listen... The roots are returning. The rivers are forgetting us. The planet is becoming whole again. We do not seek redemption We seek reduction Less destruction Less expansion LESS HUMANITY STAY BELOW STAY BELOW STAY BELOW THE SURFACE HAS REJECTED US And when we laugh The tunnels shiver Not with anticipation But recognition No flags above us No nations left Only concrete cathedrals And breathing rust We are the final congregation Of a guilty species And this Is our LITURGY! LET THE SKY FORGET OUR NAMES LET THE SKY FORGET OUR NAMES LET THE SKY FORGET OUR NAMES