Coherence

Extinction

I am at the edge of the step,
    the step towards extinction.

The bottom may look further down now,
but I swear it's just fickle depletion.

     You may weep at the feet of the world ending but don't be mistaken,
 because we've been destined to make it to revolution.
To see our species to the end,
 to know that there is nothing that we can do.

We've been given our destiny,
 since we first held fire in our misshapen clay hands.

Now it's a self-hating, world-shaking,
    mixed bag of reincarnation at the expense of our eternal strive,
our strive toward peak human creation.

Because the end of the world has already come and been by.

I've already seen us all wither and die.
      We're running through world ending number;
three hundred and five.

I'm back at the beginning of the end,
   I have no wings to fly.
  Because if I could fly,
I would fly,
and I would fly to save my life,
and I would fly to turn back the time to when my life wasn't on the line.

But I don't want to live before tomorrow,
and I don't want to live after yesterday.
     I don't want to be stuck in the slow passage of time,
 where all I know is past and present.
When I have no peace of mind.

I don't want to be stuck in this slow damnation,
  of this cruel pessimistic generation.

I want to be here now,
   live now,
be alive now.

I don't want to die.

So I'm on my hands and knees begging to you, 'God please!
     Please save this earth with all who inhabit it,
Because the ones at the crux of it,
the ones who've jump started it,
aren't looking at the time.

We're rushing towards the end,
 we've reached the final countdown. 

Our species is at its most desperate hour!

      Don't you hear them raze and howl?
We're hanging on the desolate clock watching the sand drip by,
begging for there to be more time.

We are the end of the human race,
     revolutionary in self-destruction,
as we're racing towards the end of time.