Unclear

Dark skies
dead birds , around they sing
angels no words
with harps to bring
life force a slur
on broken strings
we are not what we were
we hear but can't be heard
unclear and now a blur
in fear of crossovers
that time will bring .

Where do we go
from here
stuck in limbo , on this sphere
what is to be
is such a fear
if it doesn't stick
I can't adhere
each calendar tick
is one day near
to the bucket we kick
that ends time here

Someday , we will know  
if the sunrays , they still glow
supposition
new religions
people claiming
to have visions
murder , maiming
and wrong decisions
the life we play in
a gaming addiction
too many claiming
they know the mission
but the end is the same
in the bigger picture  
so do me a favour
and save your scripture
we entered alone here
and we don't know
what waits there .