Double Agents

The quiet is the best part.
No music, no voices, no noise.
Those grudges just won't go away.
Successful outcomes and endings.
They are only imaginary.
The masked and hidden manipulate.
Living for now and stashing the cash.
All for your attention.
For your consideration and enjoyment.

The call for the saints. Loud trumpets and tambourines. Sing with the crowd and rise up. Good versus Evil is perpetual. We are double agents in this struggle. Always betraying ourselves. Traitors to our brothers and sisters. Hypocrites to the end.

Every drop of rain can be predicted.
The atmosphere will continue to collapse.
Despite our crying and moaning.

As it was always meant to be.