The Tragedy of Modern Ages - Revocation

Silence, the hymn to the somber lands

As nuclear winter descends

Wraiths of past nations linger and loom

In the shadows of history’s death

An unsustainable standard of affluence

Has decimated the makings of man

And commodity’s gaping influence

Has distorted and defiled all the land

Written in a timeless script

The tragedy of modern ages

Cries forth the dismal fate of man

In bloodied, tear-stained pages

Trapped within a fabricated world

Of Gods encased in metal beams

Subsumed and enveloped in synthetic dreams

Evolution holds a cunning trap--

The misfortunes of the human

Are his works, though brilliant they may be

They’ve led him to his ruin