The Apocalypse

Can you imagine... 
The chaos Wormwood shook,
As it hit the ground so tremendeously?
Or the cries of the archangels...
In descent,
Falling through the abyss?-

This earth was promised a looking glass,
And how it may seem to be beautiful,
Underneathe lurks.
Lift the top off of every can,
Expose all the culpits,
Kill at will... 
Will the demand!
Run like hell...
Running dead...
From the look into his firey eyes-

Nothing is new...
Nothing is old...
From the mansions of his mind,
To the depths of his soul,
And so on, and so on we believe...
Yet all hard evidence comes in proof
Proof enough to describe-

We were promised a new world,
Where is that world now...?
Maybe a shining star into the pass...
Where things were gentler,
And life... maybe a bit kinder,
Or... a distant mystery...
Where it's ours to define.
Yet there is no time,
In history or beyond...
That can deny the existance of belief in God,
Or the destruction of a kind world,
And a judgement on mankind....


                                            Mister E. [CiA]