The scales are imbalanced,
As they have been for millennia,
Our time rushed to its end,
Like water off a sheer face,
Life drifted and swung like a pendulum,
An uncertainly guaranteed fate approaching,
At a capricious time and place,
Ticks were counted in reverse,
An attempt to fathom the unfathomable,
False prophets spoke as confidants to the future,
But no man can see to the end of the world,
Not the end, nor the limit,
But all will experience the unseen fall.