Going to Hell

This world is not going to hell;
It is being led by the nose
And pushed by an iron pike,
Pestered and swarmed by a welter
Of tiny, greedy, angry homunculi,
Human chaff that burn brief
As embers and turn everything to ash.
There are words to sum but nothing can
This endless ocean of lies
And cheapening dreams, a price
On everything and everyone,
When beneath the waves and below
The swell the truth remains the same:
Everything of value is priceless
And reality is greater than truth.
We may derange the tides themselves
But the maddened world will end
In the end this madding crowd—
To sleep quietly and one day wake
Without its host of demons.

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