Eve of Evanescence

I get the feeling inside
We’re near the end of days
The nights keep falling faster
Than a UV ray
Societies are embedded with a deep malaise
Their freedoms turned us to slaves
Those who preach peace hate
Openly with passive efforts
Language twisted to sate
Sycophantic imbeciles
Who crave nothing but praise
We all marvel as the charnel house
Goes up in a blaze
Until the flames crawl close enough
To lick our face

Stop, drop, roll to the rhythm
Of someone who perceives
The culture’s tapestry’s frayed
Ripping at the seams
A stitch in time unwinds and we retread dead beliefs
The purse awarded to thieves
History repeats
Blatantly while fresh distractions
Lead us straight to the feed
Starving gods full of ourselves
With only bread to eat
It’s a wonder over-under’s not
Extinct in a week
That is, unless humanity’s
Arc remains bleak

So when the cold wind cuts in
And sweeps us off our toes
To an orchestra’s number
Which Lord only knows
Keep count with the cadence of every blessing bestowed
Mind all moments of repose
Watch the rivers flow
Rapidly as a placid rage
Washes clean and erodes
Detrital devilry
Formed from evils composed
Of the fractions borne of actions stirred
By thoughts which arose
Through our unobserved emotions
Given control