Cataclysm

 

At world’s demise, a cold premise, that life could still sustain…
The feet trembles, the scene resembles, of lives lived in vein…

The end is near, the onset of fear, worlds clash over greed…
The gates are seized, revenge is leased, peace won’t be freed…

Cataclysm is built, men with no guilt, are showing off destruction…
Screams and cries, and weeping eyes, calls god for resurrection…

Yes I’m upset, a tad depressed, measuring the condition…
The goals are set, with no regret, we shall comply with this rendition…

Feeding the starved, quenching the thirst, is not a part of our propaganda…
Reading the carved, killing the cursed, has been our medieval agenda…

Cataclysm is upon us, and we’re all over ourselves… Charade we are!