joe foster - The End

Lamp shades overhead
protecting us from all earths might,
rain and thunder yelling loudly,
waiting for a fight.
the ground lays still,
waiting to be fed,
mountains shrinking,
growing close to there bed.
waves crashing,
forming a new earth.
as we feel god thrashing,
the world changes its girth.
getting colder spreading frost,
the end is near,
protections gone at all costs.
the earths a powerful being,
so much beauty to be lost.

joe foster

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