There will come a point when all Control will cease to exist
And the lives of the righteous
will turn upside-down
And the lives of the "poor decision makers"
And all the animals without moral standing
will be scattered - this way and that
to fill up the spaces in between until there is no definable
Direction - anymore.
And the world will cave in on itself.
A self-implosion sparked by the clashes
of lost beings
living the wrong life
like jagged pieces of metal