I’ve seen the eye of the perpetual sky,
watched its pupil dart and flit
from side to side
scouring the land dry,
leaving it to crumble and die.
I’ve seen that same eye
rise and fall
like the great empires of old
although I’m told
“it’s a wonder to behold!”
In my dreams
I’ve watched it burn red
with fury and fire,
a giant funeral pyre
for the universe’s liars.
I recall meteorite tears
falling for years
and years and years,
eliminating natural creation
and human folly, our sedation.
I remember rings of flame
used in some cosmic game
to destroy the weak and lame,
streaking across the perpetual sky
and scorching the world from on high.
I’ve floated in the emptiness of space,
separated from the human race,
and been left to wallow in eternal disgrace...
Humanity’s demise lies in the sky’s eye.
It sees and it knows and it waits up on high…