Can't you see?
The rhetoric speaks for itself
Can't you see?
The prophecy aspires to fulfill it's self
Conditions are ideal
Conditioned to not feel
They have manufactured one last crisis
Beckoning the savior
How we long to be saved
How long, the enslaved?
Henceforth, man shall know
Judgement is bestowed
A flag is raised
Black as the sun on this eclipsed day
Oh how far we've strayed
From the light of god
God willing
Flesh begets blind faith
Fulfilling
Man's inevitable descent into chaos
God willing
Death shall make us whole
How we long
They will come from the mountains as the moon recedes just as it does every transit
Except this time the darkness lingers
Upon thine eyes
The hive mind wakes the beast
She seeks the throne
Blood flows upon the streets
Judgement is bestowed
How we long to be saved