By: Christopher Bice

Atop a boulder at the edge of the world
Flags of every country at my feet lie furled
The barrens before me dead and cleft
The end has come and what is left
As I'm gazing past all eternity
I dream a dream that I did not see

Civilizations ravaged turned to dust
All for would be gods and their power lust
I cry tears for the forgotten and lost
Wondering what has this genocide cost

It won't be long until I see
A last hazy sunrise for me
Sores on skin that do not bleed
A gift from false prophet's greed
Soon to succumb I will return to dust
Praying to God to forgive all of us.


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