Sands of the hour glass

 Desperate desires drifting through damaged and dreary dreams. Decaying doubts disolve to desolate lonesome desserts, as defiant dieties decommission deserved demands. Disobedient disbelief detours dimensional duty drifting down in the direction of dancing demons. Laughing loudly, as lethal language leeks lazily from their lungs, limiting lonely leaders to lead loudly, yet lack luster. Those left, limping through limbo lose sanity. lobotomized loners lost, learning lifes lessons alone. Crumbling communities can't cotrize corruption causing communal collapse. As chaos creeps closer, children's cries cover the cities. Creating clashing controversies covered convincingly by cold commanders. If Christ could kill, could civilizations cremation calm the coals of the so called churches or cause a complete crash in civilization, cementing chaos's control for centuries to come? Come now comrades let us commence in the creation of self control to circumvent the coming catastrophic calamities.