Depressing poem that may or may not have underlying messages and/or themes.

There will come a day when the world takes it’s fall,
A day will come where He** claims all.
Most deserve it, yet some are pure.
Whether God will save those, I’m not sure.
I know this, though: that Satan doesn’t care
If those he d***s are of Godly air.
Lucifer will rise up, and utter his heart-stopping roar,
And the whole world will become tarnished with gore.
Yet Lucifer is an arrogant beast,
Despite being at the last supper, the famous feast.
Jesus should descend to us,
Driving his angels on a holy bus.
Yet which way I’ll be going I don’t know,
As I believe I’ve reached a new low.
I once thought myself of rightouss soul
Even though my life hasn’t been droll.
But lately, I worry with fear,
The end seeming ever near,
That blame lies not with the powers that be
And the villain of this story is me.