Tectonic

Scriptures of the choices you make
Blotted by the scars at stake
Creep in a corner where our structure lies
And us, far away from deafening cries
Down in the meadows, paradigms have shifted
Sinister figures have been lifted
Grueling and gravely gifted
Whilst vines seed from a somber seed
Fate transpires indifferent to creed
Grandeur exists in our mettle
our Narratives bleak, but the dust does indeed settle