The Sun Doth Ever Rise

The world has not ended though the penitents wait at Chichen Itza, and Tikal sentient's pace. Yet, one more prediction one more failed debate perhaps, a new age will come filled with true grace. Life is a process, a circular affair from the time of Roman's predictions have flared Pope's, pagans and shamans, none have been proved right Let us all move forward in joy not in fright. The world has not ended by meteorites fall though oceans have risen and volcanoes flow. The ground itself quakes but to no avail life's bounty on Earth brings an endless tableau. No planetary alignment ended our days. No global plague has changed our miscreant malaise. Truly this watery refuge gifts surprise as with each nights end the sun doth ever rise.