Kenocene

Smoldering, tainted ichor, bleeding from wounds too deep Alluvium of still undrained substance left to seep The Rubicon has been crossed, blame cannot be shirked Retribution is impending from what was irked Onward to obliteration and emptiness Cinis ad cinerem, pulvis ad pulverem Ad nihilum, into the comforting darkness Wherein resonates the terminal requiem Boiling oceans surging through the scorched wastelands Acid raining, dissolving opened concrete tombs Grim, murky lakes in confluence with burning strands Quondam waters of life, now corrupting the wombs Raging skies that ashes and brimstone clouds enshroud Deafening thunder and earth's crust cracking aloud As pyroclastic flows disgorged by gaping rifts Brought to mankind the last of its paradigm shifts The seven trumpets have blared the final psalter Resounding throughout purgation of human scathe The golden censer filled with fire from the altar Was cast to unleash upon Earth the divine wrath Onward to obliteration and emptiness Cinis ad cinerem, pulvis ad pulverem Ad nihilum, into the comforting darkness Wherein resonates the terminal requiem