Defining the Apocalypse

Apocalypse slowly,
Since genocidal genesis,

Bringing wind a sense,
From states of cosmic decay,

To where you rest,
In your caskets,

Hearing dull thuds of dirt,
In the heavens,

Slowly growing distant,
Till its density could be emptiness,

all around..

Then we can define,
Rather each one of us is a beast,

or a god.