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?
Good poem 8)
thank you