This is The End

And what was to be, it all came to pass

From the rivers of brine to the burning grass

The guilty, the indignant, the impassive all hexed

With all of our destinies predicted in texts

So unclasp your hands and with fingers form a steeple

And pray for the deliverance of the unquestioning people

Pray for yourself, the dupe, the mute, another easily led

For it's never too late to embrace the nonsense that's said

This was utopia, but 'twas always coveted by Hades rising

And if you hope for nothing, in the hereafter, then that's not surprising

For there's no hope in salvation, there're no magical tricks

When the clocks are all locked on six, sixty six

But the clocks are still ticking and this isn't our time

It's just a fanciful forewarning and the end of my rhyme

So let's swear our allegiance to the books that are cooked

For our flat Earth is not blighted, it's just being rapaciously fucked

So ignore a madman's tale (and others) but be very wary

For there's an evil eye watching over us from a dragon's eyrie

But, for now, wend your ways and to your flocks attend

For when the pen has run dry, then... this is The End