To look at the world sitting outside my window, the trees and the birds so beautiful to see.
I walk downstairs, I turn on the tv,
The apocalypse comes forth,
It looks to claim me.
The world is dying,
I sit here watching, my violin singing,
Palace of Nero, it comes to me.
"The world needs this" we cry,
It's parasite burning,
It doesn't feel good though,
Knowing necessary defeat.
Virus, famine, war, death,
The horsemen, gnashing, now have their turn,
The fat cat sits in his office,
Eyes beaming, grinning,
Even in dark times, his profit still earnt.
A Decaying prophet smiles, our eyes now open, For what they saw, we now must too.
I wrote this earlier in about half an hour, more wondering if its something I should keep at rather than thinking I should be seen as good or anything like that, I have called it Bamberg for the painting that inspired it, the Bamberg Apocalypse