Empty Temples - The Sword, J. Robbins

Before the clocks started counting

We built shrines to the sun

Conducted rites by the moonlight

Now remembered by none

As we move through the future

We are warmed by the past

Like a fire on a cold, dark night

But dawn’s here at last

Let go of all that binds you

Your kind will always find you

We must give up the old ways

They’ve served us well

The rituals have lost meaning

What were temples are shells

But there is a new path

Always has been

As we set foot upon it

Let us fear not the end

Let go of all that binds you

Your kind will always find you

An endless series of meaningless tasks

Each one distracting us all from the last

Look all around at the things you’ve been given

What do you see?

Beauty and splendor, destruction and ruin

All in your memory

Let go of all that binds you

Your kind will always find you