Always Impending Doom
All our systems will break down
and planes will fall from the sky.
Plagues will stalk the land and
it is hard to stop the hysteria for
it quickens the blood and feeds
all the addictions.
It gives us excuses for
not doing what we should
which in turn
makes systems fail
and hysteria advance.
Even the calmest amongst us
must sense some indecision
and wonder if it is some
frivolous compulsion or
the beginning of a
great shake out,
a cleansing of a species
gone psycho.
In our lemming soul do some run
towards disaster, off the cliff,
that others may survive?
And on the day after,
in the calm of a setting sun,
do we congratulate ourselves for
not being part of the madness,
knowing that we were.
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