Atlas Crawled over Broken Glass
Tyler Joseph Wiseman
Watch now, the glass tesseract of our lives
sparkle like newborne snow upon Atlas' tongue
The tranquil pool humanity greedily craved
was divined to be poison by a prophet bleeding ash
while hungering to be human again
It's pure hell (heaven) being closer to God
when the world around you takes comfort
in lies and lives lived for the simple satisfaction
of the crystal cities promise
