"The Future is Here"

There’s the broken steeple

Whose fundamentals I once clung to

Hanging like Jesus himself

From the crutch of rusted redemption

Who’s redeeming qualities proved futile

To the French Revolution

Was it the Romantic Era that captured me?

Or the gore of Realism?

I cannot tell you my friend

All good things must end

All good men will bend the rules

In those times of desperation

All I’m saying is look out for those

Who will swear on their mother’s grave

They have never sinned

Have never been sinners

Clearly that act alone will show

They are the most indecent of all the saints

Free yourself from revolution

Her cycle is slow when compared to man’s lifespan

But still prevalent throughout history

The slow decline, then sudden movement

Such a strong force to change the world

Only to watch her fall back into nature

Once the tension has grown too taught

I cannot tell you my friend

If the day of the dead is when the world will end

But I do know for sure that the end is coming

And has been coming since it all began

The future is here

She is here now, and now

And now