The Final Hour

[Ateri]

Incinerate the liar, insinuating fire!
Destruction's a dumb, but default desire.
Over and under,  grovel in the mire
Squires get higher til their suppliers cut the wire.

Fist to the ground, reverberating sound,
bound to ideals you're tightly wound around.
Twisting a frown, you found it profound,
you surrounded the town but it's already burning down.

Over and under, in under an hour
I'm going down.

Pinching your purse, to try and reverse your thirst.
Coerced by the urge to splurge, and quench it first.
Rehearsing a curse because your headaches about to burst,
but can't reimburse the verse if it's the worst of the worst.

Bend in the wind to rejuvenate your power.
Don't worry about repercussions, being called a coward.
Over and under, Babel builds a tower,
and no one's immune to the infernal Our. 

Over and under in under and hour
I'm going down

I liked your use of sonics throughout the poem. However, it was hard for me to grasp what the poem was actually about, whether it be an idea or event. In addition, some of the rhymes sound forced. For example, "Don't worry about repercussions, being called a coward.//Over and under, Babel builds a tower,". I would suggest including concrete ideas in the poem and working on creating more natural sounding rhymes. Great work so far.