The Mistresses

There comes a time in age of man When the earth waves goodbye to the sun A lonely tune, a final shun Twenty one hundred and twenty one Two mistresses at war Not counting the genuine When the raging goes that far All angels make a whine For the union of the supreme Is as mighty as the sun The raging in extreme Throws the flame that does not shun Whether east or the west The southeast or the northwest Two mighty stones in contention Will cast the flame of annihilation The atoms in agitation Will cast the beams of total unrest The mighty east and the clever west Will shed tear in sour regret