He shouted
Fear is righteous
You must run
A figure had appeared
The village was abuzz
An old man with eyes
That spoke of oblivion
He was one
Who was more than he seemed
He spoke about the fires
Of the apocalypse had begun
He spoke about death
About the end
Of Judgment to come
That the gods had started
The final acts upon earth
And he was speaking to save us
From ourselves
And in a form
Of universal injustice
The old man was taken
Hung upon a tree
With spikes into each wrist
Come apocalypse
His corpse
Spoke to our guilt
“A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that's just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it's a joke.” Søren Kierkegaard
