We are but chaos and destruction in carnage and ruins,
As a subtle transformation shall begin to unfurl.

A catalyst of brooding fire sits perched,
Teetering on the realms of humanity…
For I am not as I appear in this face,
Yet reality as we know it will take on a new face
In the presence of the old and there shall see
No more poverty; no more hunger; no more greed;
No more anger; no more sadness; and no more hurt.

Do we encompass all that appears good,
Or shall one ponder thy shallow existence
To follow what is recognized as real in the mind?

Yet where do we go from here,
As pockets of confusion prevent us
From treading any further?
Such an entertaining thought, as a split second
Of time passes, purged in the absence of darkness,
Each choice now obsolete in the face
Of immortal extinction.

For any obvious distinction shall be the non existent
Breath of the trees as they cease to breathe;
The dead calm of the oceans as they resonate a calm stillness;
The movement of the skies as they hover in passing.
As an empty silence lingers merely passing time.
All will seem calm in its wake to the naked eye,
As a shift reverberates then changes direction.

Out of this carnage of ruins, pain shall cease to exist,
Waning, as a path opens up to all who shall see with open eyes.
Come forth not in fear as the gateway now shall open,
Waiting to reunite all those who shall come forth and
Take thy hand so I shall lead you to the door of divine love,
As all shall reside in complete harmony for all of eternity.