Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Cosmic Lights

A blind river,
Rudely awoke,

Above beyond

The grey-white smoke,

That filled the air

Above below,

Ever gasp you’ve begun,

Cosmic artillery rushing down
They’re not viewing things as they should,

To threat they do not see,

Awake I beg, awaken me,

I would state the case so clear,

I’d flash the lights,

And reel the sirens till they hear,

A mission impossible to stop

Is a mission we allow to remain as dark,

A poltergeist from way before
A melody I won’t ignore,

A prophesy once told to me,

Where once my shoulders shrugged aside, today I fear we all may die,

All because of phenomena in the sky,

Cosmic lights in a world gone blind

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