On the World's Last Day

There is a hole, In my Ozone, The layer I keep all to myself, For selfish needs, The tendencies and statistics will alarm. But say once, And say a million times, That I am wrong for sleeping inside... I am aware of such forgiveness, I am letting go of this self centered world. And how I have shown, Nothing too powerful. I was devoted but was it obscured? The ocular lense you look through is faulty, But it gets the best reviews, Among the people of the world... Study me under surgical lights, Monotonous and scientific lies. Oh, how you are pittied in the eyes of much more than men. Calculating and debating, Over something I know to be true, I would speak up, I would die for this, But I am bound and my lips are glued. Gravity ceases to stay, My heart I set free, Go up, up and away, Fly into what they see as oblivion, But I know you are going home, I am going home. A mental escape, To take the pain away, It's cold and as I close my eyes, My arms writhe in agony and my legs tremble, I silently say 'goodbye'. Goodbye to this world, You were just a purgatory for much more. Soon I will be up in the sky, Knocking on golden plated doors. The turn of a page, The secret gestures of meaningless numbers, And whoa, To you for killing me so. You sew up the lifeless experiment, My body, No match for such a civilization as your's. He will see me coming, And He will see that this is what you show. So for the last seconds of the world, Before it all has to end, You can repent or keep on disposing of bodies, Throw them down the vent. Into the fire, We are reborn, And even in death we do not stray. I feel sorry for you because I know, What could happen to men like you, On the world's last day.