Last One out

Cancel that, the myths over run

the deities shake off their auras
sigh and slink sadly away.
This then, is it, the end of days
No explosion of light, No last judgement
No singing choirs, No brimstone, No fire,
just turn off the lights, last one out
Shut the door. We came to a garden
And in our childish greed all we saw
Was wasted space and weeds, all we left
was crumbling concrete, cancer, rusting steel
toxic waste, spent oil, sludge and despair.
It’s not a religious thing, its not a matter of faith
look what we had, see what we’ve done
It’s over finnito, fin, leave ‘em to it. Shut the door.

New

In the sap of life, that seeps in the air,
there's a taste of a lady by the name of despair.
The name of the moment caught in my throat
as I started to stare I started to choke.
The cost of my thoughts slipped through my hands,
In the clatter of change I thought Laughter rang.
The face of things changed they charged
through the door, they raced past the statues,
& pushed through the hall with a clatter
and rattle a thunder & crow,
forcing my fingers to crack through the snow
We beat our chests and fought life to slow
and crack and beat and beat and close.