Countdown
The deeds of evil men align
Bring about chaos and fear
Destroy what was once divine
The Words of God besmear
Wake up Brethren wake up!
From induced collective sleep
Pour bitter bile out of Satan’s cup
Take part in man’s quantum leap
Some shall gnash their teeth n’ curse
“The Awakened” shall opt ascension
Change comes for better or for worse
All souls constrained to pay attention
Take heed beloved, be of good cheer
Depart we soon this hydrosphere
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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