Arise, Therefore

There will be no end soon
 If I've seen things right that have come
 People will be scared
 They never will see anything
 Meanwhile all of my friends have been struck dumb
 How can no final thing come
 When our faces are pulled from us
 How can someone blame
 Who they refuse to name
 For pulling other people down with them
 Some have risen, they are lucky
 To have their fall delayed by people
 What they have is threaded
 Grafted, and plotted
 Played out and bad
 Some have made mistakes for us
 Waiting by the door for us
 We told them to go ahead
 Their support is just a weight
 Better to sever the weighted limb
 Where is it hanging tonight
 It is not looming to propel us along
 We move ourselves to it
 One year to sit in dirt
 One cycle with which to comment upon the dirt