
The darkness of heat fills the brightly lit sky
Obscure paradox or the end drawing nigh
Birds flee with terror on sulfur-scorched wing
Escalating the violence yet is a natural thing
Opening fissures consume things without bias
Ripping and tearing is an invisible Goliath
Nothing is as it seemed anymore, all is destroyed like Babylons Whore
Osculation of the heavens collide with our earth
Trembling with fear as we witness new birth
Today seemed to be a day like any other
Over the strife is our scorched earth mother
Bequeathing to us as she passes away
Eternal stardust as we all exit the fray
About the Creator
Lit Now
I inhale great draughts of space.. The east and the west are mine and the north and the south are mine. Walt Whitman.



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