Triptych from The End by Brooks Strause

Everything was fine in the time before time
No words to offend at the end of the end

Beautiful and simple, all was right in the garden
Elegant and primal, almost nothing forbidden

Decline to learn your lesson
Shut your eyes, save your confession

All the world was green in the scene still unseen
Just earthly delight to the right of what's right

I fell in love with my cleverness once more when silence came
Outcome was pinned to righteousness and I gave my place a name

And in giving voice to my grievance, those I demonized became demons
Consequence was cut loose from its reasons and history began again

I lavished praise on my followers and presented critics scorn
Blood would seep from pithy verse, faith repeatedly reborn

It marches on and on and on and on and on

Oh the crows they crow and the lambs they bleat over Utopia's defeat
At the hands of something sweet when decay took up her reigns

Now viscera steams on the stone, rodents scatter, stray dogs moan
As hungry children cry alone, while the moon hangs there and wanes

Did you see it coming as it thrashed on the horizon?
Did you ever meet a warning that you liked more than a boon?
Did you witness the handshake when they bought into temptation?
It'll all be over soon

Well life turned into something else when we began to eat ourselves
Sheer greed had emptied all the wells and our hope had all run dry

Regarding fate, we let it go, and threw our heads back like the crow
Forgetting all we'd come to know, but no one could say why

Doom was inevitable doom was unavoidable doom was fast approaching
Now it's here

• Iowa
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• Rock
• Singer-Songwriter
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