Dec 2018 - To Tenalp Thrae, Namuh Sgnieb:
It is 2018 and the world still plays,
I've walked passed a world with lesser to say,
The ****** walks silently, their faces made up of stress,
Not surprised that a grimace would be the face's way of rest.
As the snow may fall, or the sun still may shine,
This world is clearly shaded darker this time,
For the forests deplete, and the people pollute the seas and skies,
At the end, which is near, the world and everything dies.
People preach of peace, yet they dance silently in chaos,
Changing the script to change this fate may give off some payoff,
As they mute reality with drugs and music alike,
Their eyes are all they need to create some type of strife.
On another note, let me end this one with this,
There are souls that don't know that good exists
We are claiming progress, but I've seen this all before,
A worried soul can see the waves of war,
No change can lead to a stage of fear,
The conclusion to the story can't be good if no one is here...
Everyone will eventually
Need some form of true love
During the moment time is resumed.