Let me make one thing perfectly clear
As crystal as it could possibly be
A single tiny detail among millions
One tiny bubble in an eternal sea
An idea both emboldening and unsettling
We are being watched
There are witnesses to our triumphant failures
We are being scrutinized
As we recklessly push our “Mother” down a sewer hole
We are being found guilty
Guilty of horrific crimes against all creation
So let me bend your tired ear
With stories of how humanity lost its meaning
Tales that will be very hard to hear
For the pristine souls and pure of heart
Imminent demise of our elegant celestial sphere
A gift most certainly from the heavens
From clenched fists of the greedy shall be pried
An inconsolable mother has lost far too much
Her child’s lifeblood spilled while she cried
I present this fact again to the gluttonous, ignorant masses
There are eyes upon us
Carefully surveying the catastrophic damage being done
All of our fabulous disasters tallied
There is always a tipping point in nature, a correction of sorts
We are reaching terminal velocity
The point where Creation must flip things Downside-Up
JMC813 