Apocalypse

Full of dusty, barren lands
Monuments and sculptures, half buried beneath sand
Against our vindictive and greedy demands
Turned, has Nature’s hand

Lakes full of blood and bodies in heaps
Whole cities underwater, miles deep
Over land, it’s the vultures who gleam
God’s best nightmare and our worst dream

Mighty mountains and hills crumble to dust,
The Earth spews fire, melting and burning its crust
Thunder and lightning, full of desire and lust,
Nature’s hand is all prevailing and just

No one left to bury the dead
The face of the Earth, black and red
Even the wealthy and powerful bow their heads
It is time for what we all used to dread

The end has come.

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