April 8 2019

Should the world come to an end
we should stand unblinking
at whatever comes.
We should stand serene, peaceful;
full of that sweet indifference
with which nature blesses us every day.

It's with a a heart both heavy with longing
and light with love, that I say:

I sincerely hope when the day comes,
I'll have a sweet babe
to hold my hand.

I , to whom thee attribute the massacre ,
I speak as your creator ,
Thee cameth to me o traveller ,
As a fickle narrator

For you **** me for your fate ,your condemnation
You attend to me as my foundation crumbles to dust
Your sentiment of zeal was mine own creation
You tainted it with your ambition , mutating it into lust

As the viscious cycle of your adultery reiterates
You indict me of being a silent beholder
As the heartiness and probity of my realm eviscerates
My heeds and warnings are met by your cold shoulder

Your embarkments of upsurge , and the subsequent collapse
Rendering my pattern blurred and unrecognizable to mine own eyes
now you stroll over a mine of your own traps
From my great design springs your eventual demise

Tis' not my trial you stand but shadows of your own that you face
As my realm scorches in your blaze, you drown in the multitude of my waves
For thee to elude eternal damnation
O traveller thee shall fade without a singular trace , dawn anew from disgrace
Hence shall come thy salvation

The worlds asleep and we are wide awake,

nothing is growing and nothing is fake.

Reality has finally shown up,

look what we have done, look what we have woken up.

The monsters are the shadows,

scaring others and it's foes.

There is no chance for us to survive,

we are all doomed and none of us are alive.

(If you are religious and offended easily, do not read this poem)

If the sky crumbles into tiny shards,
And the clouds wither away,
It won’t make a difference,
I'll be standing here, no change.

All will be taking shelter,
Running, screaming from the rain.
Huddled under their umbrellas,
Peoples' lives burning in flame.

I will let the sun crumble to dust,
And scatter by my feet.
Melting into the ground,
A tear rolls down my cheek.

Standing in the chaos,
The sky falling like glass.
My life has always been like this,
I live behind a mask.

And now that my mask has been ripped off,
I am exposed to everything,
Now they question who I am,
They don't know a thing.

'Our Father, who art in heaven'
I hear them all pray,
There is no God up there!
No one to fix this wretched day.

There will be no daily bread today,
There will be no might or glory.
Only death and tragedy,
And they find hope in a story?

Didn't you people just witness,
The Heavens come crashing down?
Your people suffered and died,
And all you care about is the delusion to which you are bound.

I see the situation,
Pray, is it only me?
Your Earth just crumbled before your eyes,
And you just want to flee.