Divine Intervention

Yet not a question of if but when ? Humanity, you never could govern yourselves... His pack of wild dogs ever running rabbid about these plains and time; ignorant towards Your own demise; forever it seems led by the pom pom queens whom call themselves kings ? Blathering from their long toothed canine teeth; fangs of disarray poison this venom's injecting Into the unknowing priceless childrens veins babies ? Albeit a fitting exploitation given design.. Her Red Fox trot over love's mountaintops into your valley of woe crashing through castles Built by the blind these specks and rust now gnawing upon, the golden chains about their eyes Bound with no escape a vice myoptic vision ? Shall the sea wash away your stains what are they Those carmine hues you find across this globe sifting tears from her earth ? Your day of reckoning.