the dream.

somewhere around the corner,
gentle whispers fly
anticipation brimming
for the show up in the sky.

if all the stars are falling,
violently coming down,
then why such gentle whispers
’round the corner now are found?

they speak of revelations
and other ancient words
the soft predictions coming,
on deafest ears now heard.

i cannot see their faces,
’round the corner they do speak
a new and wond’rous Savior
is here to free the weak.

yet is it simply science,
the destruction of a race?
our haughty narcissism
has put us in our place…

because somewhere around the corner,
Armageddon falls
and holds our fascinations-
a species now enthralled.

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