Apocalypse in Coming

Devilish durveshes, dungeons and dragons,
music in orbit and pastors and pagans,
all through the earth hidden; all spread about,
The world gives a heave, its wide mouth doth shout,
with changes both subtle and quivering past,
how will cement shacks stacked up so high last?

Watch as our children lengthen by day.
Watch as the sun's smile fades away.
Mark how the time passes spiralling on.
Look at the new moon, piercing the dawn.

People with big plans,
Pensions from rich lands,
Power from large damns,
"economic stimulation"

Angels and dreamgods lure us with visions,
Butchered in time-space, cut in divisions,
Segmented classes, decadent asses,
Feeding the pigs in the sky.

With raging and greed and the blood hunger thick,
Destruction, a habit, we surely must kick,
At some point, replace in our living some sense,
Collectively we want to turn out less dense.

Sort out the clashes,
Face forward sashes!
Fashion to seduce the best of bad men.

It could be a folly,
or oh my Lord golly,
but someone must always take up this torch.

For territory, healthcare and welfare and tax,
no one will listen if our policies lack,
Appropriate means for the free individual,
Free from everything but the residual.

Traces of history, stick on our shores,
in an expression, in peoples mores,
The last thing the free-thinking mind wants to think,
is that our lives right here make elsewhere a stink.

As pale fingers pry open envelopes, some mystery waits to be hatched.

@Copyright 2005 SirBarrett