Sugar Coat

Verily, it's going to go down
As the seas come up
Glucose shop: hollow weened
From the boundary land
Newly tidal
Burned hard to get here to there
Desert wander, destruction mountain
Fickle barrier, we thought in language
Failed to happenstance
Authors of our own surmise
Demise! Harrowing scoundrels
Yellowing teeth barred at gerunds:
We hate time
It's the Olympian equivalent
Of a Titanic expulsion
From the assumption of perfection
Atlantic crossing proved 
That fallibility
Is our fate