poem34

We crave judgment day

to come and take our pains away

We crave an end to the show

and to get rid of or foe

a suicidal species

bent on our death

tired of troubles

we seek the last breath

a million people emptying oceans

a million more clearing trees

another million who choke the air

with a invisible toxic breeze

and this was only today

we try to force open the seventh seal

to summon the four horsemen

to have out last meal

we don't want to clean the mess we've made

it's to hard to change our ways

we'd rather watch Armageddon's raid

and be eaten by the Sun's angry rays