Throughout our existence
Should reality seem a dream
Or folly requires resistance
We deeply long for a life of worth
As we wait to avoid our end
We try to be a blessing
Rather than a curse
To be kind, rather than rage
Still, the last seconds of time
Have nothing in their way
As the doomsday clock is broken
The last of the horsemen ride
The mission they have beckoned
And they have been awoken
