Season of Dust

The season of dust is here

Pack your pills and vitamins

Gather your cats and toys.

Run - try to run

But it's too late anyhow.

Your crops will choke and die - where will you get your juices then?

When you drilled, and slashed and clawed the dirt beneath your feet,

You never could foresee this coming.

But you'll see it now;

As dust settles upon your chairs and floors,

Layers upon your cups and shelves.

The season of dust is here.

Your flashlights can't save you,

Your prayers won't spare you.

And no dragon's flame will cleanse your sins away;

The season of dust is here.