Hell Hath No Fury Like

Nothing’s sacred any more

No temple to pray

In this house of men

Close your eyes,

And dream

Hone in on the whirlpools

In your mind

Cotton candy

Artic Swirl

All the things you endear

Close your ears,

Drown out the wail

As midnight comes

You’ll not know what you hear

Kingdom’s fallen

Culture’s lost

The location of that single thread

We’ve yet to find,

Hell hath no fury

None

For how depraved we’ve become

Sanctity of illusion

Clouds our heads

Morally depleted

Race of man

Where hence to now

What bridge to cross

Connecting the here to where

I’ve no answers

I’ve but hope to cling

                                    Your retort is hope won’t save

                                    My reply:

                                                      Depleted does not mean dead