What are we if not?
If there is a plane indecise
would it  spill from your eyes?
the truth in your hunger grows.

The letter and symbol, a number in paired
to add of the matriarch's stolen repair
A bite of it's fruit a drink of it's wine   
could deaden the sights of all for mankind

What could be if we all were wrought?
to sit on a throne of painless thought
the truth of an hourglass stems to rot
in the end

Once for your core and once for your life
once for the wish of a life of no strife
once for the choice and once for the light
and one to exist in all but fright  

What could we be if we all were wrought?
to sit on this throne of painful thought
the truth in this hourglass stems to rot
in the end

The letter and symbol, the numbers impaired
the add of the matriarch's stolen repair
A bite of their fruit a drink of their wine   
will lessen the rights of all of mankind

What naught that we are to summon the stars
while their backs are full of scars
the relenquishing of all that is ours
to further the angst of all that we are

What are we if not?
and if so then what could we be?