Art Abscons ~ At Any Cost

At that hour all life was gone And at that hour a child was born All life is over and we are done A mindless child and we are warned At that hour time was done Though clocks still wind; wheels still turn The hands may move, but chime for none When they wind down then all shall burn Recall the fires of ’66, How on that day an Augury burned, And from the ash we strove to fix The measure of all time. An era glass could not withstand The feral forms of Feraland. Then, in February, there came a man Who bore