Mother’s Revenge

Singing rain, sleeping through the pain

Don’t ever wake me again

Nightmares shake the essence of my reality

Leave me wondering

If I’m destined for hell

They scream of fire

Wringing hands holding the heads

Of babies immediately set to the flames

It’s too hot here

Anywhere

(And this will last forever)

I am no prophet, but killing for profit

Will surely find us wanting in the end

The margin between life and death

Is slim to none, when held against

The spectrum of universal power

Contained within the core of our Earth

Populations may ignore sobbing skies

And the animals that perish

Right beneath our feet

But the stars are orchestrating a song

To sing us into a slumber

From which we cannot wake

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