Dire Predictions Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A syndicate, a order, in a heated debate.
While all the world watches and anticipates.
A subject so great it has caught every child, woman and mans eye.
Is it a disguise?
Is it really the way it seems?
A clouded sunrise.
The shadows of many demons.
Disgust is all we feel.
From our environment we steal.
A black killer whose a friend to all.
In his trap we fall.
From our unending desire and consumption he thrives.
From the common plastics to the cars we drive.
He lives.
Always holding our hands out saying give, give, give.
This day and age gluttony has become our worst sin.
And one day soon it will come to end.
not because of the good we proclaim.
but because of lack of a choice.
A forced redemption in waves.
A holocaust in which the humans shall be enslaved.
We don't heed the warning never will.
That's part of our current lives thrill.
Slowly running a knife across our wrist in a metaphor so black and white that we should see the light.
But again I fret, the words will not be understood, not just yet.