The opus

An opus of the meniacle
A mechanical revolt within denial
Of all types of kaleidoscopic styles
Its truth and reality on trial
Visionary aspects loom from the dark
It's creation igniting within a spark
And everything rings out in a crescendo
Shambolic ravages and innuendos
Titanic struggles of the lesser classes
While the rich and fortunate sit on their arses
Shadows intimate massive struggles
Predominance is always doubled
Classical songs resonating particles
Interfered by various important articles
That shimmers in light and echos in death
Continually we grasp our last breath
Hoping fo a nuance of semblance
Deep within the thought of rememberance
Focused on the life within insistance
Lost in a time of denial and resistance
Everything ends in a place of beginning
This is the doomsday bel that is ringing
Within the graveyard of broken dreams
Realms of ethical and moral scenes
As the mist and fog rolls I from the sea
We know not what will happen to humanity.