Anything that closes Can open again
Like chapters of history
That emotional cauldon
Blowing it's lid
Boiling over it's rim
Roiling content conglomerate
Filled with blood and riddles
As we drive our cartwheels
Over hectares of the bones
Of those that have gone before
With foolish finishing beliefs
That a chapter has closed
Only to gaze into the abyss
Brutally pried open again
By our ignorance and bliss
Inhumanities calling card
To this earth we inhabit
A Scroll Threw Life 