The Well at the End of Armageddon

In the hour of the 

Beast ask us why

"It was the best of times,

and it was the worst of times."

Old Ezra couldn't forget who

he was, so he helped Eliot on

his little endeavor.   Trickling through

the cracks. Forgetting that individually 

there's nothing special. We are

jokes, but as a whole the gods fear us. 

In the alabaster way that eternity 

laughs chant 

with me in the nuclear 

debonair way, pretending that nothing 

can forge Kavacha again. Humanity is 

the wasteland. We waged war

with gods only to forget. We are left to

the last. Masters of Midas. Feeding the 

gold of nothing to our children.