Apocalypse,
Is of our own imagination
We will have to be straight forward
With what is really of our own creation.
If adrenaline behooves you to destruction,
Have at it—you try
With this natural construction.
Mindset of fools, and grave abominations!
Go to your apocalypse
With no standing ovation.
To harbor secrets,
You may feel important.
How corrupt an inclination,
How enjoyable that deep sensation.
Are we Gods? Are Goddesses true?
Does money overthrow the carrot
What those we want!
Who is in dedication
To those who taunt?
How out of touch!
How completely null and void
A negotiation!
Maybe, but
Do you know that apocalypse
Has no discrimination?
Empathy is Poetry 