Sunday, April 21, 2013

Doom, Gloom, and Over the Moon

 -The Inevitable Fate

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Doom.....
What's asked of us?
Ever beckoning for our end.
Shattered all and spurned fuss,
with those pitiless winds you send.
I asked you to keep
the death toll to a low,
yet across the Hudson they weep
for counts of human soul.

Gloom.....
What's next in store?
For the knocked and grieving,
endless anguish for sure,
laments you being unforgiving.
Relieve them of their sour emotions-
those materialistically deprived.
For now they depend on donations,
why bliss on bewildering minds?

Over the moon.....
Hence, continues the old sensation,
when from nowhere into thin air
spawns again, generations
of new millionaires.
With naivete faces,
and ignorant of past wind,
neither refuses, reduces, or reuses
till nature strikes her final win.

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