2012 Poem


Into our imagination 
To think of the end of creation 
Tried to prove others wrong 
But still worried all along 
If they were right 
If we would simply die 
In the night 
We hoped it was a lie 
But all the signs 
Are pointing to disasters 
Of every kind 
Nukes, aliens, the sun 
Polar shift, Satan, it doesn’t sound fun
Were will you be 
When it comes 
When it is done?
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