Lord help us all

 
The clock strikes twelve and the lightning strikes

The people run in frenzy

Fearing the end of their lives

The storms swarm humanity



Soulless

Not intact



This mass hysteria

Is a mess

Of malcontent



The furies ravage the souls of the worthy

Takes away their spears and hopes

The dreams are cut by sharpened silver



And they fall

Down, down, down

And you think for sure

The heroes survive



And you think they'll come back alive

Even as they're speared on a knife



Reality isn't that fair

Even myths know it's true



The world can turn blank white and black

Or even royal blue



The Hugh isn't the error

The problem lies inside



The falsities belie the everyday faces

They lay in everyone

And even in you I know

There are traces



You can't escape the trap

It has shut "Snap!"

On us all



And one day I hope

You'll see the shapes

Not just lights of black, white

Or maybe royal blue



God bless the readers

Hope and pray that

The Lord may save you[/font]