It began
With small
Things,
Things
One is scant to notice
A calf stillborn,
Brand new
Wheelbarrows
Rusting over.
These were shrugged
Off,
But She was
Trying to
Tell us...
Its now much
Later. We've
Come to the
Apex. We can't
Go any higher.
This is
It. The
Breaking
P
O
I
N
T
.
.
.
I can smell the
Burning
The skeletons
Are marching
To Zion
It’s coming
That great
Wrath.
I should've done
Something
I had heard her
Crying
In a dream.
We were
Dives, and she
Lazarus, and
Atlas is
Dear Abraham,
Pul-
- ling
Her away
From our
Scorching
Tongue.
And as
I awake,
She thought
It fit to
Finish this.
So it happened.
A sweep of
Shadow fouled
Our fields
With plague.
Oceans and lakes
Burst with second-long
Phosphorescence
And were
Aflame.
She became
The Tower of
Babel, we
Became
Feral,
And in one
Final
SCREAM!
Opened new
Canyon to
Expose her
Innermost
Bosom.
Oh how the
Earth died
Screaming
As her
Abraham
Tore her to
Pieces.
Where's the
Bounty he
Promised?
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