I saw sparks fly onto the tinder
Of this already naked mother
Slow, but exponential without rest
An inferno engulfs the forest.
And the crimes we commit
No child is innocent enough for our conceit
The horrors of our hellish tendencies
Born out of utopian fantasies.
Must the soul rage against itself
Convulsing in dread of what is to come
A stupendous crime to end this game
A return to the kingdom of that with no name.
The clouds offer reprieve to the gaping wound
Those who survive content if the sun doesn’t arrive too soon
We’re arming ourselves for a love crime
And we shan’t stop, unto the end of time.