The sky was set in stone that fateful day. The wind bit lips and moved hearts away.

Away from the bulldozers of a planet’s demise; away from the shimmer of radioactive eyes.

Perplexed they stood in aisles of morning, waiting for their fateful warning.

The black of wing fell and scattered, as if anything earth bore truly mattered.

Raging sea and columns of life, rose and fell in waves of strife.

Gravity pulled and tore at hearts, all of humanity divided into parts.

Perplexed and angered, continents did shout. This was the day the Earth cried out.

Order was stamped on every head. The governed herd was left for dead.

Into the valleys, death fell in mourning. Mountains rose above oceans and hate’s terrorized scorning.

Time crashed on every port, radioactive love was evil’s last resort.

Into the fires of temptress wires, humanity was abolished in lust’s desires.

Fateful was the scourge of humiliation, as technology prepared God’s revelation.

Revelations of God’s destiny become a civilization’s epiphany.

In their haste to be satisfied, injustice swelled and multiplied.

Hunger loomed in empty hearts, a loveless economy’s fateful start.

Basic need and basic greed harvested the radioactive seed.

Children of radiation, mutations of Satan, a lost civilization.

The sky was set in stone that fateful day. The wind bit lips and moved hearts away.

Kathy Paysen 2012