End of days

Poem written on May 26, 2013

There was a dream I wanted to live
It was a dream that humanity wins
It was a dream for peace,
But I feel it is a dream of conceit
The dreams I wanted don't exist,
And neither are they worthwhile
For the dream we are living now
Is a world that doesn't give dreams
Away, but is full of those reviled
That kowtow, genuflect and stray.
But there is a dream awaiting Man,
One that looms in the near distance,
One from which He has no reprieve,
And His catastrophic end to existence,
A nightmare predicted in His past
That modernity blinds Him to see,
That's still very real, and waiting for
The Day and the lives it will steal,
Pulling Mankind into its bloody grasp
It is for this dream I do not pray,
But one that will be despite my say:
It is the End of Days;
They've come at last.