In Awe Before the Rapture - The Moth Gatherer

Some still believe in magic

Higher meaning, a higher purpose and a celestial power

Even at the brink of ruin they believe

A man made doom

A mushroom cloud created by our own hands, and yet still mankind

Stands in awe, silently praying

Staring at a nuclear light as if it were the Rapture

… Like our demise would be the act of a god

Mental ghosts passed on down, generation to generation

Science is rejected, cities fall

Governments start new wars, smoke screens

Silent weapons for a cold war

Information is power, power to take a life, information is free

Morality, no longer is among us

As another kick hits the broken bones

Another bullet takes flight.

Lights out

Death shines like the only surviving star.

Still they believe in gods

Raise the flags of heresy, march towards the atomic light

With the knowledge that we brought this upon ourselves

Reject the gods, watch them burn.

Do not trust that science

Will save us—we used it to take us to the brink of apocalypse

There are no gods.

There are no kings.

This is the end

… And we are the vessels