Alas Finis Poem by Scotty Eddy

psychosomatic phenomenon's penetrate a self indulged ego, circumstances denying any perseverance that exceed beyond the stereotypical world, spinning Simultaneously through the exoskeleton of the hypocrisy we call life, venturing steadily, the frivolous mind seeps slowly into a casualty of inevitability, straining to hold its vulnerable individuality and steadfast ways into a more technological en devour, proclaiming this as a way of conforming is beyond its limits, to subside in all further advances to become a more tolerable specie, its fractured backbone to obvious changes breaks more uncontrollably as its denies any hope of change and acceptance to a more intellectual normality, foreseeing all humanity and its Armageddon is truly a pleasurable novelty, only to clutch in laughter as ignorance spreads vastly among the atmosphere, a plague too impenetrable for mankind to grasp. soothing is the dreams that are brought to my attention.. in days to end are close, knowing every era has its vulnerability in coping with what they think will be the demise of life its self. I myself am no prophet, but this was brought to my attention through cultural studies, and great consideration for things of past and present, do though heed my words, the end is near, take heed, and prepare for the worst.