At the End of the World

When darkness becomes light, I will find out who you really are;
find out who I really am.
When an atomic equation is put into reality, ten million people will die;
ten million people will be forgotten.
The world moves on, flourishing, providing nourishment for those to come.
Cruelty is over looked and murderers have a right to speak.
Races combine and those who have the sight become an inferior people.
The darkest of darks, found only in the pits of hell, becomes a light that shines in the eyes of greedy people that takes the shade of green.
It has the faces of those who believed, yet today believers are scarce.
Fear is the number one priority;
guilt coming in close second.
Attempts are made to change chemistry, but the world refuses to cease.
Death is the scent that wafts heavily through the air, and becomes the praised aroma of those who worship themselves.
Masks are the most popular item sold;
people have become nothing more than nothing.
A light that once existed still burns faintly in the hearts of few who value all things,
but they hide in fear of being put out.
When darkness becomes light, I will find out who you really are;
find out who I really am.