The dunes of mars
From the dust of stars
Flow in choas
Creating mountains 
As far as the eyes can see
Bleak and desolate
But with endless beauty
Casums and creators
Low and high
Father and father 
Onwards across the horizon
Maybe one day fountains
And building 
Treetop ceilings
Ice and water
Cars and slaughter
Will we be better?
Or won't we make it
If the world is our oyster 
Then what is the rest
Will we fester?
Or press onwards
Towards the darkness