The Future Was Too Late

Would that the world’s weariness would cease

That life would be left to herself in silent peace

Ne’er a day goes by without the scream of death

Ne’er an hour when we can’t feel it’s hot breath

In what book does a spell lay to end this pain?

Bearded men searched the centuries all in vain

Reasoned voices of faith can only pray for rage to ease

Men made of weaker stuff hope to quell it on their knees

No end in sight to the world shaking lies

Truth stares at its own impending demise

We can no sooner stop the end charging forth like a train

No more than we can stop the angels releasing the rain

So embrace the oblivion and let it cover all lands

Let fire and death reign as blood drenches our hands

Nothing of civilization and glory will survive the hate

Our lives will become history as the future was too late

-CL Fuqua

Published by clfuqua87

Old soul with stories to tell.

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