Foretelling…

The moment of reckoning is here.

The instinct to hide is futile.

The day of judgment is near.

 

For centuries we eroded the sphere.

Spared not a foot or mile.

The moment of reckoning is near.

 

Fluids wasted, sans concern nor care.

To the past traverses the isle.

The day of judgment is near.

 

Once relief, it now offers despair.

Fiery chasms rise up and rile.

The moment of reckoning is here.

 

Desecrated with smoke is the air.

It births fiends, oh so vile.

The day of judgment is near.

 

The reaper’s scythe now must prepare.

As thought with evil is beguile.

The moment of reckoning is here.

The day of judgment is near.