The Second Eve of Destruction

By: Felix

When a green sun turns and the wild woods burn

When the blue moon won’t play the silly game

When the thunder purrs and the lighting demurs

This land will never again be the same

When love ceases and hypocrisy decreases

When passion secedes to lust with unshed tears

Mothers hear but don’t want children near

Tears fall, oh yes they truly fall, but on deaf ears

When the jackals rule and the heathen’s drool

While war is called holy beneath the call of greed

Eyes grow dim like with some silly little whim

While Satan with the Angels chose to breed

Who’ll stand tall with backs against the wall

Who’ll pray that the apocalypse is surely near

While the lawyers gawk like strutting cocks

One last child stands to shed a sacred tear…