Armageddon

Crippled visibility casted before my face.
Weathered by fog, low mist and even haze.
 
Numbered like the days, you might be hot and
bothered in a cell.  
See us from afar and hide.
Frightened from the height without an ask for raise.
 
Lately I’ve been shining, but lack the light to  
glisten in moonlit praise.
 
Haven’t been clean for days.
Bless me with meteor showers,  
meet me with flowers while sweetening my sour.
 
From a coward to empowered.
From empowered to devoured.
 
Vanished in the void as the roid rage fails to  
amaze star contained gaze upon anabolic  
testosteron-based craze, unfazed by race into  
a high cholesterol pestered artery maze.
 
The weak will always see the end of days.