No man knows
The time nor the hour  
Yet he fears the space in between - where
Life borders on the fringe of obscurity
The living
Knowing only what the dead interprets
And history changes as seasons

Wars fought hailing religions banner
Countries forged in
Violent manner
Proceeds
Upon vanity fair  

And if heaven is but an illusion
And God the idea insane
Could it possibly turn back camorra's tide?
For peace upon the land to reign

While despotism
A memory best
Forgotten
Festers bane upon the plains

Death grows tired of collecting
Unlike debt  
That knocks unsolicited
The earth will continue to turn blissfully
And life
Continues to flourish

What imprint will posterity find
Of yours and mine left behind?

Will peace reign or
Violence shine?

Or will man himself
Be
Left
In
Decline?