The End

As the constructs of the old world fell away
We were faced with a daunting question
If the pre scripted structures are genuine
Then why have they been so ineffective
If they are not genuine, what are we left with
We looked deep into the void and saw nothing
No truth, no beauty, no justice
It was all a facade
Our choice was simple
Dwell in that deep dark lonely emptiness
Or take responsibility for what could be
In a void of meaning
We are responsible for our own fate
We sought the void
We would occilate between worthlessness
And manic ego explosions
We were like a rainstick with all the pebbles
Rushing from one end to the other
All darkness
All confidence

So read the lines
Written between the lies
Your final act
Begins above
And ends below

Left to our own devices we panicked
Some, embraced the darkness
Pulling down those around them
Some stood silent
Frozen at the prospect of total responsibility
Some, turned on their kin
Bearing teeth and wrecking home
Some embraced the chaos
And crafted meaning and purpose and relationship
Some of us embraced the birthright of heaven
And became masters of our own destinies

So read the lines
Written between the lies
Your final act
Begins above
And ends below

So read the lines
Written between the lies
Your final act
Begins above
And ends below