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Soul Pearls, the Tears of the Soul

Monday, August 5, 2013

Tomorrow and the Cauldron of Vision

I can understand  how our ancient Druid and Druidess Seers, fáidh, gweledydd, vates felt.

As they turned over the Cauldrons of Vision, swearing to never look again. Old Roman was at the forest edge. New Roman is at the whole World's edge now!

Tomorrow

All the Trains quit running and the Bridges fell Down.

Most of the People were Dead and even the Buzzards were not around

Rich Men burned money to stay warm in the Towers of the Sky.

A hundred stories was to much to descend so none came down to see their great Sin.

The Power was the last to go as what few still living workers just sad hell No.

All the Bankers had been cooked on the spit after GMOs were proven to cause the epidemic Zombie fit.

Some said as they roasted the rat, Druids and Witches survived, hidden in deep woods guarded by a giant Cat.

But no Gas for cars was to be found, the only thing in abundance was Death spread across the Ground.

Once a week the Drones would fly by. Somewhere hidden Government watched from the
Sky.

Little water was fit to drink,, rain from chemtrails eat through ever the sink.

But why should we worry why should we cry. After all we were born to just die.

TDK

(c) George King August 4, 2013

1 comment:

  1. Very apt and concise, George. Particularly the last sentence except maybe we are supposed to do something useful between birth and death. I think the ancients embraced death (they seemed to virtually throw themselves into it) as a transition to the next phase whereas now everything is geared towards 'saving' life as if death could be entirely avoided.

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