They try their best
To distract
And flood
The world
With thoughts of
Overwhelm
Masking the sweetness
Of the grove
With artifice
And spice
Like Joseph
Of Reina
Who succumbed
And thus
The End of Days
We’re postponed
And seizing the limelight
Those waters
Rushed in
To cover over
Once more
And we drown
Knowing neither
To swim
Or to ask for help