Black Plague of Human Extinction

I evoke a vision of a cleansing fire

That swept Europa seven hundred years back

So many people died of plague that

No one remained to put out the fires

The sky drew black as the people fled

Falling dead by the roadside

With naught but dogs and foxes

To serve the funeral rites

And there was a profound silence

As there was no-one left to toll the bells

Where is your Jesus now?

Does Mother Mary look the other way?

Does the sight of a mass grave abhor the father?

Here was a part of history that I hold dear

The people who survived it were

In a black depression. Why would the

Lord slay the young and frail

And leave them all alone in a devastated land?

The lord is mad, no one is saved

There is no justice in the end, no paradise

No paradise

And in the desolate ashen world

Of crimson fires on the horizon

And wheeled criminals as Heronimous Bosch

Revealed, roamed the predecessors of our own people

Have we inherited their horror?

Does our fate lie with some hidden vice

Unleashing death that has no boundary but the void

No one to survive it when it comes and whence

The earth, the water, spirit, stone or fire?

The black plague of humanity's extinction

The seething fanfare of our end-days

We welcome you with open arms and thighs

Come rid the earth of our foul kin

Here is a disillusioned child

Blaspheming, drunk adolescent lout

And a cold cynical man

I do believe in every word I say

I mean it from the depths of my sick heart

Humanity is sick and the one cure is death

Prepare yourself

Prepare yourself