“The days of the aspirations of man are drawing to a close.
The days of the aspirations of man have peaked and now decline.
The days of the aspirations of man are seized in his mortality.
The days of the aspirations of man are on a countdown to finality,
bow to the vesting of authority,
view the termination of a call.
The days of the aspirations of man receive no comfort from the foe,
no collusions of support,
no benefit worth having which surfaces in the dark.
The days of the aspirations of man end upon a trumpet call which sounds as for an ark.”
“The days of the aspirations of man are drawing to a close.
The days of the aspirations of man have peaked and now decline.
The days of the aspirations of man are seized in his mortality.
The days of the aspirations of man are on a countdown to finality,
bow to the vesting of authority,
view the termination of a call.
The days of the aspirations of man receive no comfort from the foe,
no collusions of support,
no benefit worth having which surfaces in the dark.
The days of the aspirations of man end upon a trumpet call which sounds as for an ark.”