We, the Chosen Leftovers

Wave upon wave of thick ashand smoldering brick raining downshowering the navel gazersand nexus glimpsers alikeI see the silhouette of a demigodlooking down with disdain on us peasants.

A pyromaniac’s wet dream,liquid fire for the heathensquantum breakup in the cosmosthe axis of evil has a rotating cast of charactersand we are the host country for the yearly festivities.If you'll please direct your attention to the choir directorwith the Sam's Club haircut, we can begin the show.

The preacher grabbed us while the music playedand took us to the back of the sanctuary.He said with bloodshot eyes, if we didn't stop talkinghe was going to bust our asses, plural.We walked back to our seatsas he walked back to the fronthe continued to worship his Lord and Savior,while we re-evaluated our understanding of organized religion.

We all fall for somethingit's a zero sum game we're playing nowno rest for the wicked, but the saintsare having the time of their lives aren't they?In the end, Saddam Hussein was found cowering in a bunkerWhere will you be when the world ends?The Rapture will occurand cause everyone’s clothes to fall offlike an aphrodisiac, and we'll be left with the hand-me-downsmeet me in the city square on the day of reckoningI'll be the one with the trash bag full of clothesdancing barefoot in the fountain.Will the circle be unbroken?The real question is will it become some othershape in the process, or will ithave any discernable shape at all.What if predestination is a liepassed down to us from our ancestorsto keep us from asking too many questions?

we live, we die,we fuck, we cryand we struggle for what?

Mediocrity is really spelled C-O-N-F-O-R-M-I-T-Ywe're reading from the holy book: chapter 7,starting with verse 3. The gospel according to whom?God gave us this planetand now he's trying to evict us,but as tenants we have rightshe has to give us thirty days noticebefore he unleashes the Beastand hastens the apocalypse.