Wars and rumors of war

The wild haired, sandwich board man cries out, “The end is nigh! The end is nigh!”

The end is always nigh

With the rattle of sabres and posturing with rhetoric

A crusade

A jihad

A war

They’ve read their holy books and seen how it ends

Angels bringing a reckoning before the appearance of the one they’re waiting for

But they are too cowardly to be the catalyst bringing about Armageddon

A flimsy faith in their religion of the here and now