What's Coming

 Some are braver than others

Those who desire improvement

And then realize it 

But early mistakes can grow

Into hideous monsters

Euthenasia, Euthenasia

 

This particular night

Has more than a thousand eyes

And poking will make them multiply

 

Some are kindly and benign

The ones who

Save your spirit in the long run

 

Some are bloodshot and sad

Looking for your demise

On cold days of fog

Get to a prayer closet and make it your own

What's coming will require your strength

Test your mettle, carve you a new one

 

This was not a good choice

If you were looking for rest 

This is where they cry for salvation

Learn to weep deep

Find a way to cry high

Slide the hope slope

Keep faith alive

Specifics you need you will get 

Oh and, forget the ides of March