The final hour

I might have just done wrong enough,
Wrong enough not to survive the storm tonight.
I might love you and survive tonight.
But your love will still kill me one day.

I might be wrong,
I have never been far from it.
I have tried to be right,
Only to fail miserably more so.

I might rejoice tonight.
In the acceptance of my follies,
I feel proud and sick.
There is a vague satisfaction.

Nothing has made sense yet,
I have gone through all of it.
Only to see how badly we fail,
How badly we lose against the conspiracy,
The conspiracy of life.

There is no regret,
But to submit to an evolutionary defeat,
And God's will reigns supreme.

Like an emperor of the mind,
I declare the sovereignty of love will assure peace,
And the ruling of the reason will ensure prosperity,
And faith will create happiness.
And still nothing will really pass the final test.
Everything will dissolve in the universal solvent.
And don't ask me what it is.
I would like to believe it's ether.

I guess this solvent is time.
It is this beautiful seductress
Whom nobody can renounce.
No soul has the audacity to steer itself away
From the clasp of time.
Only in miraculous moments in life,
Does time freeze and enjoy them my friend.
And I assure you have lived if you have.
You cannot live more, if you have.

I might not have done justice to my moments in life,
But you don't run away from them.
Let them sink and drown yourself with them.
And wait for the final hour.
The bell shall toll and He will come.