Midnight on the Doomsday Clock

Midnight on the Doomsday Clock

History lectures told angels descend on Judgement Day
a fascinating image, tangible as summer’s breath.
I see no angel, only Death as he reaps his way.

There are tasks left to do, words left to say,
but ninety seconds is all we have until our final death.
History lectures told angels will descend on Judgement Day.

Gazing afar as unseen angels loom closer to where I stay,
it is hard to imagine wings upon white fury and yellow wrath.
I see no angel, only Death as he reaps his way.

My eyelids shut as imagination fails me, should I pray?
Maybe Heaven will take pity? A bitter laugh will escape my teeth.
History lectures told angels will descend on Judgement Day.

Is twenty seconds all that’s left? I have lost count midway.
The tomb of our humanity shall be this desolate Earth.
I see no angel, only Death as he reaps his way.

Now from the existence we wipe ourselves away,
as no one shall observe our downfall, and mourn the aftermath.
History lectures told angels will descend on Judgement Day.
I see no angel, only Death as he reaps his way.