Glimpse of the Apocalyspe

Longing for a piece
Of peace not in the least
Wanting for the hate
To abate and sate
The hunger within me

Travel to a place
Where the waste won’t face
The torture tool
For the fools that rule
Your society

Disconnection is the only way
For those who want to stay - Here
But here I am so very bored
Maybe I should make a world - Away

Man’s changing ideals
Wanting just to kill and steal
Bringing the end of time
A world of slime filled grime
Their own making

Why would I want to be
Someone to see the seed
Of destruction for this place
That is now the face of disgrace?
So pathetic

This place will be a void
Filled with toys of the destroyed
Damned upon the lips
More than a glimpse of apocalypse

Disconnection is the only way
For those who want to stay - Here
But here I am so very bored
Maybe I should make a world - Away