Simple Complexities
by Possum


You see the world as a sorrowful song.
Who knows what is right? I ask what is wrong.
The fate of the world is to end, you will see;
So look to the past now, and listen to me.

Simple complexities ever so dear:
I take hold of charge; I take charge of fear.
What's found in this world is a soft ray of hope,
Caught in suspense here, and never to cope.

Lost in this cosm of hate and denial,
Regressions of love begin to compile.
As per the warm lust for a windstorm so calm,
That even the answer remains in your palm.

What, when the end of the earth seems so near,
We wish for the longing of clouds to come clear;
Yet in the demise of a cold summer's day,
Faith in itself will start slipping away.

All hope is lost, for you say in your heart
When feeling is gone then your sins come to start.
And once they have grip you will find yourself spun;
Lost in the hell that will now have begun.

Demons of Dark will descend on the day
The healing of heart will be slipping away
The Goblet of Life will be shattered in grief
Whether or not this would be your belief.

Horsemen will come from East, South, West, and North
And show that the Darkness himself shall come forth
To break through your final pathetic defence
Then will you realize of what will commence.