Keyhole

People numb to the evils of this world Happily accepting chaos as the norm Like Zombies they wonder around Devouring what is good and honest Replacing it with hatred and despair We are in the labor pains of the end I feel the world pushing with every contraction As the head of the evil one is crowning All the lost gather round and cheer not knowing They have given their souls to total destruction. The voices of the lost will shout over you Because they cannot bare to hear the truth Fearing what they cannot see or what science can’t prove They walk in darkness holding onto emptiness’s hand Looking for answers through the keyhole of their cage