This is The End

And what was to be, it all came to pass
From the rivers of brine to the burning grass
The guilty, the indignant, the impassive all hexed
With all of our destinies predicted in texts
 
So unclasp your hands and with fingers form a steeple
And pray for the deliverance of the unquestioning people
Pray for yourself, the dupe, the mute, another easily led
For it's never too late to embrace the nonsense that's said
 
This was utopia, but 'twas always coveted by Hades rising
And if you hope for nothing, in the hereafter, then that's not surprising
For there's no hope in salvation, there're no magical tricks
When the clocks are all locked on six, sixty six
 
But the clocks are still ticking and this isn't our time
It's just a fanciful forewarning and the end of my rhyme
So let's swear our allegiance to the books that are cooked
For our flat Earth is not blighted, it's just being rapaciously fucked
 
So ignore a madman's tale (and others) but be very wary
For there's an evil eye watching over us from a dragons' eyrie
But, for now, wend your ways and to your flocks attend
For when the pen has run dry, then... this is The End