Fraying Threads

The threads in the tapestry fray.
edges blur, undefined.
Returning to the beginning.
that empty nothingness.
The bane of all.
It has already begun to consume us.
Barely held at bay,
it approaches,
a gibbering mass of pure consumption.
Life itself hangs in the balance.
Good and evil must unite,
angels and demons fight against inverted existence.
False gods hold the world hostage.
Blinding us to truth and light.
Furthering the cause of falsehood and nothingness.
We kill our own planet, our own brothers,
our harmonious symbiotes, all dying betwixt greed's jaws.
People die in the streets without so much as a glance.
Little love exists amid our species.
The old ways are all but dead now.
Things are changing,
Gaia herself fights back.
We fight for existence as we know it.
There is no other option, defeat would be much worse than death.
The seeds must be sown now
before it is too late.
We must return to the roots
or all will be lost.