Saturday, 30 August 2014

As the World Burns

This world shall burn,
for that is all it is capable of.
There is the ensemble of oil,
All that remains is one solitary match.

This world shall burn,
The seers of yore warned us.
Save what you can, save who you can.
The days of our ending have begun.

When the world burns,
They will look for me.
For I too warned them of the flames,
But then I would not mind the burn.

After the world has burnt,
And only ashes remain.
Pure ashes of impure men,
Let it be heard- I lit the solitary match.           

‘I don’t hate people , I just feel better when they are not around’- Baba Bukowski. 

' Kill it before it grows'- Bob Marley

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