11,12,13

11,12,13

A Poem by Poetic champion composing

This World will end

in 11 hours, 12 minutes, and 13 seconds

precisely.

Do not worry.

Do not fret.

The fate of Earth

is firmly set.

Your plans, your dreams

you must forget.

That gaia theory

a losing bet.

© 2016 Poetic champion composing


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Added on February 23, 2016
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