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Apocalypse
The Earth,
the sky,
and the wonderful seas.
The birds,
the fleas,
and the perfect trees.
All come,
together,
to bring you to your knees.
No longer wonderful,
no longer perfect,
it all ends in a suicide squeeze.
And after the death,
of every last person,
nature selects its nominees.
To start all over,
with a new life,
ruling the world is now the
underseas.
And in this pitch black,
dark little world,
a human voice rings out in unease.
And the voice is heard by the now
imprisoned God,
who finds new strength,
to fulfill the child's pleas.
And the heavens come,
crashing down,
creating a magnificent breeze.
And the voice is discovered,
a hidden child,
who is rescued by the greatest of
escapees.
And a great battle is fought,
many lives are lost,
for the smallest of adoptees.
And the world is rescued,
normalcy restored,
with but a few extra guaranties.
These are promises,
made from the earth,
sure enough an official decree.
©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013
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