The Firestorms
life must go on
But the firestorm cometh
We are the firestorm shouting down
Our own existence.
The show must go on even if the planet is dead
Don’t be a wimp when the firestorm cometh
Extinction cometh to all
But the universes show shall go on without us
In each and every dimension without humanity
The firestorm shall swallow us
When it cometh to take away our children
The firestorm shall burn you grandchildren
© rogleach 30/9/2020
for dverse poetry pub
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This is a prophesy that I hope never comes to pass 😦
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The firestorm to end us all – sheer darkness.
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A stark prophesy:
‘We are the firestorm shouting down/Our own existence.’
Unfortunately I fear you may be right. If you haven’t discovered Earthweal, take a look: https://earthweal.com/
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A shall take a look when i get thechance
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A great weaving of words, but, Oh, I am glad I can agree to disagree, peacefully, while I pray it never be.
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I think that every choice we do today is adding to our grandchildren’s pyre.
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