A View from the End of the World

I battle with these demons

As I toss and turn at night

A bitter taste in my mouth

And then a blast of blinding light

I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world

Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods

600 years of progress lost because of you

Can I get reparations to make up for this abuse?

I want some flying cars, a ticket to the stars

Or even just a world without religious wars

But this bitch ain't stacked in my favor

We race towards the end of days

And while you pave way for your savior,

I fear the rationality of the faithfully insane

Still a credit to your ruse,

What a beautiful excuse

To never open up your eyes and see the things you lose

Just climb the beanstalk when you die and meet the giant in the sky