Where Is the Wrathful Sky

An hour of great contempt is upon us

The hour in which even our own lives

Have become abhorrent unto us

The gods we yet worship

Long since dead

Mock our servile existence

Our future is meaningless

Poverty uncleanness

And despicable apathy

Where is the wrath

Where is the retribution

Our inglorious doom

Inexorable irrevocable

Shameful and mired in filth

Syzygy

Where is the lightning

To strike down our wickedness

Where is the frenzy

To release us from the hopelessness

With which we are infected

Where is the wrathful sky

That will end our suffering