The Rouge of Potential
God must be playing marbles with the planets...
its earths turn to be in the palm of his loving hand
for millennium mankind had his chance at the loom
endless wars, lust and greed is all he could weave.
Now we're perched between Gods thumb and forefinger..
Soon he'll flick us to the outer edges of his patience
branded a cold and hopeless snot ball of darkness,
as he reaches for another sphere, rouged with potential.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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