Morrow lay the Monotone
God save the monotone;
the rhythm of life
As it wanes and waxes
through the veil of time
God save the monotone;
The spectrum of life
every new beginning
invoked of past monotones' might
God save the monotone;
the tone of life
Not much longer will the pitch
remain stable in end's rhyme
God save the monotone;
the sickle of life
Stand tall as it burns defenses
let fall your cherished light
And the monotone is sung
But the morrow holds new tone
Paying homage to its lost rhythm
While beginning anew alone
And the monotone is now sung...
And the tones of an evertime are now sung...
And the lives of a world are now sung...
Buried beneath the monuments of time
Memory leaves only a pantomime
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