Matter does not exist
The source of all being is consciousness, although
The scourge of life revel in selfishness
Ever still the cosmic force lies tepid
As the malignance grows ever more intrepid

Harbingers of inevitable demise

They preach Order from Chaos
But rather warmonger - masquerading their charades from the sidelines

However, if the time paradigm states light
will shine triumphantly
harmonious to the sound of victory
blaring from the Seraphims' trumpets
Why are we still waiting?