Apocalypto

Will it be soon
a world of driverless cars
and clockwork cities
cradled in the bosom of AI
the golden age of free time
where nothing is wanting
and no-one needs to work

Will it be soon
when an angry vengeful God
returns to sate his wrath
casts out evil
rebuilds Jerusalem
and raises his own from the ruins
proving the Bible told you
told you so all along

And will it be soon
you wont have to wonder
if God or the machines
shall be worse
while the moon grows larger
through a universal smog
each bloodied breath
your curse

Will it be soon
the man on the corner
paints cracks in the sky
tells the man on the fence:
The end is nigh
while mothers cry
tearing their children to shreds

And will it be soon
when the lights go out
for the last time
your poems all lost forever
and just like you
the internet is dead