What is coming, death or glory?
That, I see, is religions story.
A world that fears what comes near,
it’s in the air but never clear.
A change is coming, what will it be;
a deeper prison or a world set free?
“Division’s the way, division’s cool”
spoke the pretty media fool.
We hear their words deep in our brain
till not to hear would cause us pain.
‘Confusion rocks!’ they know the game;
the one beside you, they’re to blame.
Trust no one, there’s only ‘The Voice’;
surrounded by enemies, there’s no choice.
“The end is nigh” they plant the seed;
war and hate their one great need.
To appease the Beast who ate their soul
they will destroy all that they find whole.
So get set for the ride of your life;
sanctuary lies beyond the strife.