The Devil In Disguise

The flood waters have receded The turbulent winds have calmed down Most of the monsters have been slayed Things are civil, for the most part, in our small towns We’ve risen from complete chaos to somewhat order Many great men have fought and died Women have raised our children Therefore, modernity thrives Yet there's a storm brewing A confusing unrest deep inside Ancient drives are still present Regardless of the simplicity of our lives Ironically, the good life has become quite unbearable The ease of life is killing our soul We look for help toward the Heavens Completely unaware of the dyer neurological toll We've traded objective facts for subjective opinions We chosen feelings over truths We’re fat and broken Full of regrets from the sins of our youth We’re scared of dying Yet we've wasted most of our precious years We’re preoccupied A fragile species crippled with fear Like an arrogant frog boiling in water We've proudly ignored all the signs We distract ourselves with pleasure Indulging pretentiously on exquisite foods and fine wines The irony of evolution Our cognitive strength has led to our demise Our desperate attempt to conquer all of life's suffering Has turned out to be the true devil in disguise