Microcosm

This must be how it feels to be God facing Armageddon
To see someone you love choosing to walk down the wrong path
Going down a road you know is a dead end for the soul
Warning signs ignored and bones piled up within the ditch
And when I tried to talk it out, my words fell on two deaf ears
Now the worst of all my fears may become the truth I can't deny
That all my love has been wasted because our friendship's about to die
All because belief is a fragile bridge across a river formed of tears
and the blood of heavy hearts sinks to the bottom of the trench
Where the roots of hatred feast on the rainbow of spilled inks
As my pen runs dry and poetry no longer knows how to flow
I've lost someone I love to a dandy-lion with a jaw of razor teeth
Biting down on her jugular, draining away a soul I couldn't save
and the pain overcoming me washes away our crumbling bridge
Flooding my world entire, with no Noahn-ark for her to board
I finally understand why God promised to never flood the world again
But how then does one flood the world in blood to bring hatred to an end?