End of Days
From out of the dark
Flickers a spark
A light shining bright from afar
-- A shooting star --
What can it be?
We cannot see
A ball of molten rock on fire
is what it is to me
Hit the earth
Witness re-birth
Genesis all over again
Will we endure?
Cannot tell
In thought we dwell
Will it be a super nova
or a super-cell
Screwed either way, it's hard to say
How to feel...
When you know it's now the end of days.
-Boz-
I wrote this piece after watching a program on the Discovery Channel one night...
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