Confused Headless Chickens Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

it was a barrage of many bad things that fell from the sky.
in lines that came down in streams, they took the land.
they ended up taking almost everything.
the so called intelligent scrambled for their pocket watches
to look at the time in which the whole thing lasted.
they didn't try to predict what was going to be the end result.
all of their thoughts stopped on a dime on the ground.
there was nobody their to light a damn fire beneath them.
they were a bunch of confused headless chickens.
people were pulverized by their shallow dreams
that surrounded them in view of the horizon.
Now its all past photos copied onto postcards
blown all over the street in pools of water and blood.
See how your dreams can just shatter easily
like a single pane window?

Now look at all your dreams seep through the cracks
The western dynasty could easily end
Maybe it should end, who knows
He who creates b.s. will create b.s. again
I'm just sitting back and watching our so called dreams subtract