Analysis of Oblivion

While higher powers feel quaint, Others feel hours of pain
A smile of constraint, A pile of waste
The darwinian of plagues will bring pain
The oblivion of the billions

The vivians of the oblivion round the decay,
Bringing them to never see the light of day
Minds of darkness, Entwine in light
Disguised as Messiahs, to soon bring the billions to denile

They will chastise the wise
They will purge the pure
Vivians will be in plague
Thinking this is a chess board to play

Mustn't God be cross?
Can’t this not be a much bigger loss
For how much can it be to cost
Before all is lost