In the beginning of the end,
the bureaucratic jungle was declared null & void,
Final Judgement was upon the face of the Earth,
and Man still made God.
In the end of all beginnings,
only the bankrupt and indigent kept all of their winnings,
and the unmeek inherited the Hell of each their own worldly investments,
the blessed being those thrown to the Fire to perish forever-
no Eternity to bear the wear & tear of neither here nor there,
the last great irony pillaging its last life effects out of the minds of all earthborne,
turning the cogs and the wheels of diabolus ex machina,
the wrench of the Great Work's halt,
rendered by those who've come to neither own nor disparage Evil,
but to praise it on low for its many illusions and afflictions,
which had continuously lured so many back to mere upright affectation.
Yet when all was said and done,
God looked out over His creation and still saw,
that it was Good.
