Well, the World Is Filled

​Well, the world is filled with bilious
Lies, they are pulling out the floor
As they point at the clouds, outside,
They are replacing the trees with more

And more weeds and calling it home.
They drive through the streets, and
Behind them billows an emptiness,
Chaos, reeking of chlorine, the sand

Is splotched with blood (not theirs,
Ours, we deserve it), any pile
Of skulls is fine, as long as they 
Can climb on top, and in this vile

Anarchy, if you love life, if
You retain our mind, if you recall
And you foresee a world of life and
Peace, the cascade of the waterfall,

Your spirit grows stronger, you
Recall your arc of teleology,
That only we, who are softspoken,
Who love peace and seek Divinity

Will rescue this lucent world
That spins in disinterested space,
We are the pillars of this pillarless world
To restore its mind and heart and face.