There will be a time
When what was common
Will be rarest
And what is rare now
Will be utterly useless
A time of senselessness
Where rare miracles
Are but regular sufferings
We shall witness
Treasured blessings
Become common curses
The gift of life
Twisted, corrupted
Into a fleshy life sentence
Dreams will become nightmares
And what was apocalyptic
Will be welcome
We are slowly losing
The sacred scarcity
Of soul and spirituality
And they will soon be
Lost forever