Destined For Disaster

Destined for disaster, The new generation awaits Robbed of a fortunate fate. The present time is tormenting you Keeping you wide awake. Seeing inside your mind, An imposter lurks Behind your alter-ego, Here you reside, Infantile, Preaching of impending destruction. When you open your eyes You see the haste Fleeting figures pass Consumed with consuming Placating pesky minds. Beneath you, the land is dry. When you close your eyes, you can smell the raging fire. Sleeping in an ash bed You look to the sky, Now a reflection of the hell In which you dine.