Judgment is coming For our iniquities and apathy For the ****** of the unborn For worshiping money For voting Democrat For buying non-biodegradable products.
Or so they say.
I don't enjoy discussing Or even hearing About eschatology When and how and why the world will end Which is what seems to pervade the air at home Every time the conversation suffers an unfortunate lull.
Some cathartic culmination Of a Deity's wrath No doubt for all the ***, drugs, and rock & roll Humanity indulges in On a daily basis.
Hearing about the end -- Demons born to women Automatons wearing human skins Talking animals Seems so redundant. The signs had been here all along. We've been living with them for ages now.
What if Instead of a violent, sudden cataclysm, The end comes As an implosion Drawn out over billions of years? What if the second law of thermodynamics Is the prophesy Doomsday prophets overlooked?
There are no aliens coming To **** and subjugate this planet: We're already here.
This is the end We've been simmering in it Fighting and spitting and cursing In puddles of our filth and hate
The end has been unfolding For the past few millennia As humanity continues to multiply Like rats beneath New York.
And here we are Making plans Getting married Hoarding money Getting **** drunk Too busy preventing The little apocalypses Of our petty lives.
We're planting gardens In the shadow of a warhead.
We all saw it coming We were just too busy to care.
My world's already ending In bits and pieces anyway At random intervals
Every time I let someone in And she inevitably leaves Taking a piece of me with her My sun dies in agonizing degrees
Even a quiet infatuation Eats away at me Crumb by crumb.
All those theories about the end Forget them. I'm living my own apocalypse And surrounded by human-sized People-shaped versions Of the Four Horsemen So shut up already.