Minutes After The Stroke Of Midnight Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Either mystical doom or an acceptance of evil.
People are obsessed,
With an ending to their lives...
That entertains their imaginations.

And caught up with depictions,
As to how this is going to happen.

With those taking both sides...
To traumatize the ones innocent.
While showing with a knowing,
How they can victimize themselves...
In movies or on widescreen TV's,
To capture the full effect...
Of how a martyr does it in 3D.

And caught up with depictions,
As to how this is going to happen...
With instructions.
Giving purpose to their reason,
To terrorize the lives of others.
With the pocketing of some fast cash,
From creations that promote the doing of it.

Either mystical doom or an acceptance of evil.
People are obsessed,
With an ending to their lives...
That entertains their imaginations.

And...
Satisfies with predictions made,
They hope The Creator of 'this' reality approves.
Just before the white knight dressed in shining armor,
Comes to save humanity with a new soaring soundtrack...
Played for survivors to hear minutes after the stroke of midnight.