Uninvited
On this lonely stretch of shifting sand,
mean darkness hovers over the land.
Predictions gone terribly wrong,
beat the drum, loud and strong.
The specter creeps in obscure and slow,
so overlooked, how could we know.
His mantra faint at first, begins.
There is a monstrous prize to win.
Evil, evil, evil times three,
evil, evil, you listen to me.
Death must fall from the indifferent sky.
None shall speak, do not ask why.
Conscience in hand I turn away,
whisper unheard, my dread and dismay.
Our blue green globe in senseless distress,
Religions have been created from less.
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