Kali Yuga

It keeps getting worse.

Cold winds bring a new season,
Of pain and death and fear.
The Gods have withdrawn their command
And the Demons are here.

The tides have risen,
The die is cast.
Joy is a memory,
Woe to be, for everlast.

Sunshine departs for blacker clouds,
Blood descends from the rain
And mixes with the river of
The blood from bodies slain.

Newborns killed before an hour of life
Virgins penetrated in,
Bodies that work the Devil’s play
Unleash the age of sin.

Hands that hold in silent prayer,
Succumb to the rage.
The unholy ones will wipe us all,
Lest we worship the Dark Sage.

Krishna R
II CSE