Doom and the Consensus Trance
Now our consensus trance shatters:
Convictions once held drop in tatters;
Belief schemes we drafted
And through our lives crafted
Leave little remaining that matters.
Faster Than Expected
The facts had long been suspected
From evidence they had detected;
But duty and trust,
Behavior that’s just,
And science weren’t respected.
They considered the data collected,
Then the right thing to do, they rejected;
Due to lies that they spread,
Now we’re all walking dead,
So it’s over—faster than expected.