PRECIPICE.

It was one minute past twelve when the first was fired,
By five minutes past twelve thousands had reached our atmosphere,
An apocolypse by our own hand that evil inspired,
Eight minutes past twelve cries from 9 billion frozen by fear,
What do we do as a race when at the precipice of extinction,
What power do those in power have at the end of human kind,
In less than one minute our world will be struck by our own mass destruction,
We are now all just brothers and sisters as the clock strikes nine,
though it was only in this moment we understood all, all the bad and all the wrong,
All the wars, all the killing and all the ignorence,
The world we saught to destroy held our unity all along,
The human race was now one of human benevolence,

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Two hundred thousand years upon our world and it was at our last sixty seconds,
That we had known peace, we had known the heavens.

I am Jimmy.