at the end of our era
at the close of our time
tidal waves swipe clean entire cities
industries cannot avail
society feels the loosening of its boundaries
and al the achievements of humanity
dissolve like salt in a torrent
nice of you to join me here
at the called time of our efforts
our generation watches all its good overturned
by maniacs who will destroy what they claim to uphold
you fools you fools you wicked rotten evil fools
where are the floods to wash away fundamentals and extremists
and the sad simple brain dead wondering what happened
to the cartoons and the newspapers and everything that was
supposed to be around forever
nice of you to be with me here
as we all despair of this world of pure hell
as we all mourn the price of sin unending
as we pray for the fallen and all the past
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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