The murmur of war upon the lips of fiends

Clandestine plots grown from subtle seeds

Blossomed into amorphophallusesque ignominy

Too late to turn back from its lethal reach

The tick-tock of the doomsday clock

Creeping ever closer to the final stop

Harbingers of death vaunt in utter delight

As mass fear and panic begin to spread worldwide

The incredulous urge us, “Come to the light!”

And as the darkest days roll out overhead

We mourn in silence upon our tragic end

This is not the final countdown we expected to face

Empires rise and Empires fool

All beneath in droves and even those who rule

Either readily or once consumed by greed

Self deceit appeals more than reality

With heavy heart and enervated sigh

We succumb to disquietude before the eternal night

Even the incessant Rapturephiles quieten down

In a reflective moment before certain death

We curse the antiquated past we were unable to shed

A flat finale for this series of unfortunate events

At the end of days as the fires rained down

And decimated ruins were left to smoulder

We watched it all burn, crashing down around us

Amidst the choking smoke and sulphurous odour

And I distinctly remember the last words, you asked:

“How did your temperament become so much colder?”

And my answer to you? To turn my back and walk away

From the apocalypse over my shoulder...

The clingers on steadily drop like flies

As we near the fiery, fissured finish line

A choir of whistling missiles bid us adieu

A thickening haze suffocates the world

Still we try to place blame whilst our brethren burn

This was not how we envisioned our own demise

Yet the thunder rumbles on without respite

Catastrophic repercussions erupt across fault lines

All bridges both figurative and literal burned

As time runs out and our fractured planet is hurled

Like a vexatious pest swatted from the universe

There is reasonable doubt our lesson was ever truly learnt...