Scenes come from horizon screens
Display the new year to come
A gentle warning to unknown enemies
This devastating petrification
Grainy movement of the littlest glacier
Like all things
Will come to an end
Like all events
As the earth comes around to be warmed
As the sun comes around higher in the sky
So will things come around
To those who deserve them
Whether they are good or bad
Depends on what is asked for
By word or deed
It all gets washed away
It gets taken away by the tide
Popping like a karma cannon
Shooting fate through the chest
Everyone a casualty