Apocalypse

Pessimism brims in the vessel of humanity
Priests of the golden times have lost their sanity
War has become, even more inevitable
The dynamics of the church are no more stable.
The apocalypse has come, with degradation everywhere
Humans are loosing virtue, and God can only stare
And see his creation racing towards condemnation
Isn't the fall of the people, the fall of the nation?
The apocalypse has come, and in a brief time
This world ain't gonna be anymore pristine
Let's look into our souls and try to make the change
So that the path to goodness isn't unique and strange
With modified principles, we shall define a new living
Adhered to the art of loving and giving...