The Vials of Life that Shatter on the Hardwood Floor of Existence

I welcomed myself to a new dawn
Golden hues as of six in the early am
And Jesus was present at the beginning
But he claims that it never occurred

A druid comes flailing unbecoming his post
Screaming into the future a giant calendar
Inaccurate in comparison to the mighty fall
Of Pan's incredulous hoof, shaking like a dog with paw

Deception runs rampant through the alleys
Garbage cans burning brightly skyward
And all the stars can do is show us
How they shined ten thousand years ago