In boardrooms shadowed, brokers set the price,
For profits torn from the throats of the starving poor;
The magnates of greed carve their bloody slice
From corpses heaped as spoils of endless war.
The prophets howled of ruin drawing near—
Yet avarice enthrones Armageddon here.

The missiles rise like prayers reversed,
Each warhead crowned a sacrament of fire;
While mothers scream, the earth lies cursed—
All innocence devoured by dark desire.
The horsemen charge through ravaged streets—
And mankind’s corruption crowns their work complete.

The rivers surge with blood of ages past,
Not living wells for thirsting souls to taste;
As Heaven’s wrath breaks forth in trumpets vast,
It turns the harvest fields to dust and waste.
We raised our towers, clawing at the sky,
And cursed the ageless stars to watch us die.

The screens shout lies while truth lies slain,
Democracy wrapped in a fraudulent shroud;
The voiceless mourn in unrelenting pain,
As justice sinks beneath deceit’s dark cloud.
The scales of law tilt toward the proud and profane—
And courts lie bound in Mammon’s iron chain.

No trumpet sounds, no angel calls,
No divine hand divides the sea;
Destruction, silent, patient, crawls
Through all we dared proclaim we’d be.
The apocalypse dons tailored suits
To cull the world’s forbidden fruits.

So when the final reckoning shall be,
On this grand theater of sin,
Mark well who silenced every plea
That begged for mercy’s light within.
The end of worlds needs no divine decree—
We penned and staged our own calamity.