The heavens have fallen leaving man unrestrained,
a child with no parents telling him to eat his vegetables,
or go to bed before four in the morning,
a creature deserving uninhibited distain.
Running circles with missiles in hand,
he pays no heed to the tally of good versus evil,
because heaven isn't keeping track either,
destroying the earth by square inch of land.
Love, care, and principle accumulating rust,
as men waste away their precious days,
positive thoughts down to a gentle hum,
And that is what happens with Olympus gone bust.