the pale horse hands of the headsman
are growing restless
the darkness drops like an axe edge
from indifferent heavens
holy terror in the blank eyes
of vermin swarming
a burning pillar of the end time
vultures circling
please just drop the bombs
the teeth of waiting gnaw
accept futility
worship uncertainty
plague as medicine
welded shut tenements
a failed state governed
by a fallen species
the center ruptures and order escapes
the round is chambered, the hand is raised
the center ruptures and order escapes
trapped inside of a dying machine
before long you'll know the day
burn money for warmth and freeze anyway