In sight,
the Isis moon,
a dimension true,
in view of you upon 'The Blue'
she mourns it Too!!
Like the proof,
evidence ensues,
you kill the place that's left a trace.
The millionth year,
of earth's end dear,
to me she is the tie.
She adorns,
without the horns,
the settlement of nature's try.
The poisoned skies,
the do's,
the plight,
the magic made,
will die in life.
No care repairs,
the Planets stare,
the Stars don't burn as bright.
The violent threats to explode,
exterminating lives,
kills the dirt on Mother Earth,
the blast will hurt,
eternal burns.
Decisions done,
made me run,
imagine when you all are stunned,
by what perverses her.
As Isis looks to the Sun,
the warmth of life,
barely begun,
as shadows can't explain,
the dark side of another plane.
No matter endings Life explains,
knew beginnings are the brain,
to recognize different eyes.
In such a view you'll see the truth,
the very same a treasure remains,
the wealth of the deepened blue.