The Last Battle

It was not the best of times it was the worst of times
when the deeds of men were bloody and women lay willingly butchered in the fields
leaving only children to protect the truth
where the human heart became a sieve of blood
as angels in Heaven scream for justice for those who murder in the name of Love
as masses bring offerings to gods of war in the name of holy sacrifice to unholy endeavors
while craven commercials cajole kindness for cruelty to crush the crawling concerns of a caring conscience
as terror reigns down from the sky blasting human remains to preserve evil ways of those sitting in splendor never feeling pain
poisoning their minds in decadent delight dancing on their victims' graves declaring victory of death over life
crowing of a future anti-world where monsters are kept safe and the lamb deemed as their destroyer
whose righteous blood fills the streets paved with golden calves
to save them from the demons of the night who eat their hearts in unrestrained glee hiding behind shades of the day groping with closed eyes for sanctuary long vanished until finally
inexorably
nothing is left to give
and all the rot and lies and treachery
is found to be for nothing
as time runs out for the last time
separating the wheat from the chaff.