Bigger, better belief battles fought over land
In the mindscape millennial these times evoke.
Prophecies’ perseverance does panic prepare
Those of good mind and spirit for others’ big scare.
Who have made a fine art of the blowing of smoke
Up through those they attach to despite the left hand?
Somewhat hard up for content, this is exercise
For my dance anapestic of daily routine.
Writer’s block’s not the issue. I pick of strange fruit
Then attempt to digest it when not resolute
In my wanting to tackle it. But to come clean
On the matter is infinitely much more wise.
An end times tale of interest to everyone
Must involve a gold mountain so people can fight
For the right to possess it. Is this a new sign
Or an old one rescripted by man, the divine?
Gold erections seem sacred and common a sight –
One in which all religion is faithfully run.
Does the fan hit the feces before the crow cocks?
Or is it somewhere written that men may become
Awakened by the madness set into motion?
We keep looking for signs, yet we’ve never begun
Being truthful about where our evil comes from.
Once we do, we will want to avoid the soap box.