I fell asleep last night
Listening to wind
I woke up to buildings crumbling
Roofs collapsing
Caving in
Failing walls
Folding into themselves
Falling
Cities burning
Ruination
Becoming ash
Roads of wreckage
Detritus
And devastation
I fell asleep last night
Listening to wind
And I slept well

They say there is no God
Yet they bow to two gods
Not a city is without a shrine
Nor a home without their handiwork


Their gods are gifts not to be taken lightly
but they are not to be worshiped either
Their gods are appealing
Because you can change them


If you follow the laws of their gods
you would realize they stumble
Saying things contrary
To what they also call truth


They take pride in their facts
Yet often they crumble
And have to be rebuilt
From the ground back up


The worship of these gods will only grow
As they ever shift in the winds
Till the end of his days
May man bow down


To the gods of Science and Reason

Fussily he figures, that’s not good enough for him
Excessively high standards got his best, and then
Contempt for average qualities; things he had abhorred
Became almost everything, as he always needed more

His code of behavior, to one, might seem ideal
Criterion of excellence would show at every meal
Fork, knife and spoon oh-so polished, and set precisely
All a fanciful show, and done so ever nicely

Particular attention to each and every detail
In acquisition of mate, indisputably he’d fail
For who could ever live up to these extreme conventions?
Or be it prissy of me, to mention these intensions?

Mr. Fastidious to some, might seem the status quo
A state in which display, is an always-complex show
Fail not to follow all rules, as they are set to be
Or you might dine alone, a wordy one like me