22 Feb
there won't be time
to make up the mind
at the end of the line

don't spike the chance
to adjust your stance
to find your real purpose

now, this moment
arise to prevent
the rest of your days misspent

mountains will crumble into the ocean
Stars will fall from the sky
the end of all things is cresting
now's the time to question why

the earth is shaking with anger
poisoned by those who should care
its plates are grinding to sharpen
flames will replace the air

Leaving the pan for the fire
consequences must balance the day
what is about to transpire
is a horrendous price to pay

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Posted by on February 22, 2022 in Poetry


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