Fire or Ice (Inspired by Robert Frost)

A sublime state of existence sought after by too few        
Deftly eluding the hands of withered cynics, once our best and brightest        
It breathes in us the teasing of an esoteric nature.        
Misanthropic convolution whispers what we wish we were not, but are.        
Lied to by the very virtues promising hope, oh so dear                                                      
exposing us to the vehemence of the fierce fire and numbing cold        
While society lives in black-light ecstasy                                                                  
Waiting, waiting for an end, be it fire or ice        
          
Watch as we struggle to find a path in vain.        
As the world writhes with an indescribable pain        
We’ve all long awaited this destruction.        
Encoded in our very genome, a morbid instruction        
To see everything end through fire or ice        
        
Societies and lineages charred into oblivion
Wars led by hot-headed leaders who follow a golden tomorrow
Currency tempts them as blindly as candy tempts children.
And so the ashes of the fallen scatter in forgotten sorrow
Fertilizing the forest for further conflagration
      
Abundant seas of arcane knowledge begin to frost over.        
Days wracked with the degradation of minds encased        
Nights plagued by an icy horror of our baser convictions          
Incurring the death of solipsistic surety                                                                                
As it all drifts, drifts, away                                                                                                    
Frozen, blotted, decayed           
       
False-equivalencies enable this inevitable evisceration of existence.        
Hopes of a transcendent future fade into oblivion.        
Is that black-massed world the final frontier?                                                                      
Frozen nothingness envelops all known existence.                                                          
 A cold end to the fiery history of humanity                                                                          
Fitting, fitting indeed