Reiah Discerns The Times - Atomic Opera

I stopped and asked a strange old man who was looking to the East

If perchance he knew the time of day

He looked at me so suddenly and with such a fiercesome gaze

That I could see the wisdom in his eyes

«Having eyes to see,» said he

«can you not read the signs that are written in the sky and on your soul?

For now the sky is burning red and there’s just one thing left unsaid:

Apocalypse isn’t future tense, apocalypse is now

Apocalypse in the present tense, apocalypse is now.»