Showers from the heavens, stone, rock, iron, and ice
news, at seven, and eleven, even if, not good or nice
Triffids being planted, blindness, in meteoric wake
human's showing human kindness, our survival, now at stake
It doesn't seem to happen, every time one passes by
what failure does to cheapen, as calamity undelivered nigh
Like all those false prophets, descrying doom and gloom
old and worn out promises, while hiding in our rooms
I think tonight I'll take a stroll, and gaze upon the stars
doubting disaster tolls, drowning fallacies, at my local bar
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
Showers from the heavens, stone, rock, iron, and ice
news, at seven, and eleven, even if, not good or nice
Triffids being planted, blindness, in meteoric wake
human's showing human kindness, our survival, now at stake
It doesn't seem to happen, every time one passes by
what failure does to cheapen, as calamity undelivered nigh
Like all those false prophets, descrying doom and gloom
old and worn out promises, while hiding in our rooms
I think tonight I'll take a stroll, and gaze upon the stars
doubting disaster tolls, drowning fallacies, at my local bar
Ya can read the news most every day, and the good news is always the day after purported world ends, that it didn't :D
Ever see that movie? "Day of the Triffids" 1962
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