Apocalypse, Repost
Nothing shall save you from the flames. Sizzling, you’ll flee to and fro,
Remorseful of your former greed which bought you that rue and woe.
Your faiths and sciences, arts, or crafts shall not avail. You’ll excrete
All your past joys. Alas, too late this at last you’ll come to know!
Amidst the instants in the flares which last each like an era
You shall not see the seeds of lies you all your lives had to sow;
Nor shall they know their begetters. Strangers shall be the kinsmen
Who entertained one another as if thousand years ago.
What you gleaned out of crookèdness at the cost of your dear lives
Shall melt with you and drip into the soiled earth of yours below.
Naught shall remain of you devils. Your filth perished, new creatures
Shall arrive to take your places, a new dog and pony show!
You knew not the aim of living. Wait for the last burning blow
To make a myth of you on earth: Here today, gone tomorrow.
2.26.2020
Updated Link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxJHecyYBno
I wonder what we are up to in profaning precious souls
And recklessly disregarding the hour for us the bell tolls.
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