Eschatology

We were in the clouds Separated all around By a backwards, baby With a face like Hades Apollo down below With an arrow and a bow All the trumpets cheer for a Flood this year A Doctorate degree In Eschatology When shall the earth reveal The Elysian Fields Which age are we in? How far have we sinned? To reach this day Of godly moral decay Aphrodite is a mess She is digging up the blessed Adonis who is wounded And punished The animal ahead Ares had undressed And controlled During his daily stroll The way of the Lumerians Hidden underground Trapped for another age Who knows when we'll be found The council has decided Helpless violence Must decide this End of days No more hunger One most wonder How long they expected To wait Start again With new friends Maybe then They will learn How to care Without spurn From those above The urn We had our fun But now we're done Thirty days without the sun And what do they know What do they show Was it fun, this Imaginarium Lay inside this world We have made I can make the bed I don't control this I can only flow through The cracks that I find I don't control this There is more than just a mind Flowing through you You put pictures in the frame I could never explain This hotel And why I stay There is a person that I see Staring up at me So much pain To ascertain Endless curiosity Serendipity Is a flame That burns two ways