The drums of death
keep rolling in
followed by
the lightning kin.

Chaos reigns
where demons sing
of signs
that portend
the pretend
end.

The storyteller
tells us so.
So, we find a way
to go
along
a merry path
of destruction
that lays us low.

The bribes that brought
the lies they taught
to keep us all in line,

is it love
that make fools of us,
or is it fear
that makes us blind.