And what if the apocalypse comes? Do we not deserve it? Have we not been traveling down this path for a very long time? I think of this often, and I believe there may even be sweetness in the flames that will consume us.
But this is beside the point. What is the point? That something is coming. Call it prophecy; call it what you will. I get the feeling everyone knows, though some are pushing it out of their mind.
Who do you answer to? We all serve someone, whether at the Behest of a gun pointed at our chest Or the collapsing sky and shifting Sands beneath our tired feet
My screamwas muffled by the millions Of hands placed over my disgusting mouth
My words have no meaning anymore I’ve taken a detour on Information destruction highways Where so much data is stored in My false brain that I no longer Know if I’m sane or part of the Mega-corporation whole