The End

Fall off, O you, trees and flowers, beautiful
Fall off and merge into godliness, your earth
Else your beauty, they will ravish, hedonists
The way has been paved, it’s a deathly birth

Rise high, O you, the prone victim, Nightingale
Rise high from these zombied islands
Else the divinity of your love songs, too,
Will be slurped by this horde, these brigands

Hide yourself, O you, The Goddess of Wisdom
Hide, they have risen to power, hasten your plod
Search the depths, try the heights, it's nowhere safe
Else the world will soon witness, the execution of a God

Kill yourself, O you, the souls still human
Kill yourself before you get murdered, slayed
So have done, the peace, the visions, the hopes
There is no escape now, this loathsome crusade

And now I have finished all my errands
And heavily I step, into my coffin, dooming
O you, love and humanity, there's enough room
Come along, can’t you see, the end looming

Dt: September, 2007