GEMUT APOCALYPTICUS

GEMUT APOCALYPTICUS Terrain to thy welcoming, clapsing As the sky in fear of the rage, gasps Oh to devour the devourers tasking Prepared for thee Oh apocalis The blue in time so lovely I could feel the touch firmly On the contour to thine rays To light the path to thine rains It's about time she smiled To the spat tornado filed At the shooting of a rock star About the end to make this war Vent in the anger roaring To the spiteful will of war As it rolls down ocean of wants To the desires that can't be quenched You asked for love, It offers hate Asked for peace , offers war Asked for flower, offers it with viper Wrapped it in the vase of its casing Who will tell the sky?, enough! Who will say to Leviathian, rot! To the waggling of its bumps As it rolls the sea over its bits To archaic! Lost battle to strength To witty! Lost wars to the wise The rolls of anger set lose await Yet the world will not remain same. Caress the earth in her warmth Don't consume her in her rage Make her a better place to her hosts Her end shouldn't be the heart of apocalypse