Armageddon
There are stories of old
That have been re told
Time and time again
Of a final Armageddon
Puppeteers pull the strings
Of darkness that ultimately brings
An end to all that is good in the world
When Evil's banner is finally unfurled
There are stories of old
Revamped and re told
How did these stories begin?
Tales of the final Armageddon.
In the beginning all was darkness
A void black and formless
Then when that first light shone
Were the seeds of evil sown?
There are stories of old
Confined and re told
Here now the origin?
Of the final Armageddon.
How did the Fallen come to be
So full of rage and jealousy?
Cast out to reside below
I wonder what it is they know.
There are stories of old
Confused as they are re told
One once chosen above all
Engineers the final downfall?
If these stories are to be believed
A chosen few will be reprieved
But who chooses the chosen
Before the final Armageddon?
There are stories of old
Complicit as they are bold
Whose finger is on the button?
Releasing the final Armageddon.
In the beginning there was creation
At the end there will be devastation
Will there be a new grand architect?
Just a thought to ponder and reflect
Will there be stories anew?
Re told by but a few
Will lessons ever be learned?
In the beginning all was burned!