I Hope He Comes
Eirene, Greek’s Goddess of Peace, is watching the earth closely.
Twenty-twenty
A year the earth needs more love and unity since 1918.
They are so divided! She tells the other Goddesses. What else can
I do for them?
Let’s merge the angels, the spirit guides, the power animals. Let’s call everybody.
Mars, Roman’s God of War, heard their plan, and knew he had to destroy it.
He had been enjoying the pandemic, the marches, the riots, burnings and divisiveness.
So he enlisted the help of others who were on his side, and they decided to kidnap
Eirene and her followers, and lock them up for as long as it took to completely destroy
the love people on earth had for each other.
But first, they had to burn up California, for he had just begun that quest, and his pyromaniac
side could not tear itself away from those wild fires.
In the meantime, Eirene was warned of his plan, and clued in the Amazon Women.
I hope he comes, they said. We will be waiting.
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