my revelation

The death of decadence
Self-indulgence, depravity, profligacy
Extravagance, wastefulness, recklessness
Won’t come
Not until it is all said and done
And we are gone

We have become
Accustom to these situations
Circumstances and conditions
Burn the flame
Until the revelation
Gives us conviction

Is it because I am human
That it is hard for me to gather my faith?
Build it up before it’s too late?