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EXODUS

Our Earth: destroyed! And in its wake

The humans fled from their mistake.

The Earth was poisoned from their wars;

The world was wounded, bleeding, sores.

The humans took their animals

Like Noah’s ark in grander scales.

They left their bleeding home behind.

Too bad they’d not left hate behind.

In God’s own mercy, in God’s grace,

To those who’d not fled into space,

He caused the sun to grow and grow:

To pull the Earth into its glow.

As Nostradamus had once said,

In his predictions few had read,

The sun engulfed the wounded Earth;

So great was Terra’s time of dearth.

But – Oh! – the torment ‘fore its death!

Before the Earth took its last breath.

As sickness, famine, drought, and more

Caused all to pray and thus implore.

And though it took a thousand years,

God’s mercy did then dry their tears.

The fires spread forth to thus enfold

The sickened Earth within its hold.

Our Earth, our home, in this way died.

The gods and humans all had cried,

But those who fled into the sky

Did look back not through teary eye.

Two brave new worlds ahead them waits:

Those worlds did open up their gates

To welcome in the tired, the new;

They landed on the shores, not few.

Two brand new worlds with one great sun!

It was like finding God’s Eden.

Such hope and joy was in their hearts

To find two earths on their star charts!

They vowed to never fight again

With dirty bombs to kill and maim,

But something followed close behind

To undermine the pure of mind …