Petrified By Their End

It was such a fine and bloodless day
There were no more signs of the decay
The memories had faded from the awful disarray!
No more fear of the noxious fiends
Gone was ghostly war machines
Life was in its finest age
Gone was ostentatious rage.

The clock was ticking, but nobody knew the time
Nobody saw the writing on the wall
Nobody could perceive the heinous wrath to come
Exultation and peace were high and low.

Then the sky turned black!
A voice of infinite dimensions was heard
Through all the lands and dales it rang and blared
The omnipresent utterance just carried on and on.

In black and white they all gently came
Without a trace of transgression or shame
So neat and devious, pertinent!
No room for discontent!

Agenda had been set
Deprive and seize the helpless rats
Beguile the feeble ones
And swipe their wretched homes!

So vicious and unjust
Forced the masses into dust
While crushing bones and limbs
Homage to nefarious kings.

They surely did not know the time
For the judgement comes in time
Before they found their door
They found the scarlet whore!

It was the end and fall
Their backs against the wall
Nobody spoke at all
Nobody standing tall.

Petrified by the end
Vilified in the end!