End of Days

And I for one would like to sleep but I cannot, because I weep for lives and dreams and nations lost We never thought to count the cost So many are the pirouettes of running, flailing silhouettes as flames behind them flicker high to set aglow the night time sky Becoming so habitual this savage urban ritual of settling some phantom score by pillaging a local store is just a New World Order nod like summoning some pagan god These worshipers show ignorance while sacrificing common sense And mass hysteria abounds while cultish television clowns erroneous, declarative, perpetuate their narrative That theirs is right and yours is wrong so you had better come along and join the other little sheep Oh how I wish that I could sleep! Alas my mind shall never rest My soul, this world does daily test Let my last option be my first In God's sure hand I'll be not cursed My money doesn't mean a thing Possessions make not my heart sing But steadiness in spirit form shall guide me safely through the storm And though the world be set ablaze as we come to the end of days I pray that you and I shall be together in eternity © Mike Wise 5-30-20