The new Devils dance in the flesh of dead Gods

 A dull tune rips through the skeletons that the trees had left behind
One continuous howling note that varies in pitch from time to time
Singing echoes of the past and its violence
Being carried on the never ending wind is the song of utter silence

Erasing history with coarse sand and the hands of scorn
A new polytheistic form of satanism is born
As dust devils reign over the baron landscape
To these colossal gods the ever shifting dunes are theirs to reshape

The primordial breath of these whirling toxic deities choked out all who opposed
One rule gave way to another as mushroom clouds rose
Exhausted remnants of the divine predecessors now lay in waste
Corroding in rows like tombstones in this cemetery planet which lost the human race

The abandoned highways of this new hell are but scars proving that man was nothing more than a disease
Blinded by social media and crippled by slogans becoming a cancerous plague of selfishness and greed
A suitable fate fell upon him but at the cost of every form of life and every species
Now desolation gives praise to the new Devils dancing in the flesh of dead gods like the past religions being worshiped by feces

The hourglass has been turned and our days are numbered
On limited breath we play Russian roulette in the lions den
The hammer is back with every chamber loaded
How many heartbeats do we have left?