Countdown: An End in Numbers

10

Tomorrow on the verge of never coming

The sorrow of an urge to sever nothing

9

The temple's falling in the sky

The treble calling out the lie

8

Science preceding thought distraught by naught

Defiance receding sought fought and caught

7

Subjective space so soon erased

Defective grace to take its place

6

The peaceful hearts all fall appart

Decietful arts stall all to start

5

At war we're half way back to seed

And more here daft attack to lead

4

And all our mercy in water and words

Can't stall the purity, the slaughter, and "cure"s

3

And with death's wisdom and solace both earned

A stiff breath's vision lends knowledge unheard

2

Then with one great explosion, endless and bright

Visits one late commotion, intentless and trite

1

Once nothing around us, above us the light

Thus something profoud of what once was just night

0

Yet in a room on the second floor, which ceases to be upon entry

Lies all that is true and wasn't and more; as reason for being so empty