Despairingly, I feel like the world is ending
And decaying rapidly
And thrashing madly
Cutting like a switchblade
It moves swiftly and destroys us all
Revolting in disguise
It is the one I despise
Horribly despicable so
And crueler than all I've ever known
A new ending has born from wrath
And from it
An apocalypse grows mournfully
It devours slow
And it's shows
How disgusting and vile living could truly be
How can a dove fly among vultures?
