The end is nigh

Banished to intellectual sobriety The mark on the world indelible Triumphant at every crossword Collecting lives of twisted souls Judgment day eagerly waits To a symphony of destruction The shattered hearts of pious souls Of lives they led regretting Pearly gates of heaven So precariously laden The god of light has been traveling The coup for it a vindication sign The books all predictably distorted The majority forever undermined The gods have played to democracy The anarchist regime has died