The howls
Of the death cult
Are all around
One can hear their sound
At the borders
In the fields of slaughter
In the medisin
Spasm worshipping
The depleting ranks
Of plankton
Invisible radiation
Cylonic proclamations
Farm land decimations
Sewage-laden
Rivers and oceans
Fertility rate implosions
Thank the Lord
I've the ability to chortle
And an Imagination that hints at
The Immortal
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Mutley Ravishes (
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Kinda feels that way and I feel like most of us are on the less fortunate end of the medieval spectrum🙏🏻🕊️
Still, Imagination is with us!
Oh and what a good thing we do have imagination with us still! 🙏🏻🕊
And thats all we can do at the moment, imagine, enjoyed the read
Thanks a million!
You are very welcome
Now this was a fun read that takes one along on a journey with your imagination. Nicely done
Well, I didn't want the rhyme to be total darkness! Thanks for dropping by.
Such an inspiring write, we might be seen as mere mortals but the creative muses might think otherwise, each creative sparkle holds a speck of immortality!
It sure does! Great comment!
Chortleability (A word now?) is a blessing in such times. Chortle on, my dear friend. It's where we are and one of the healthier expressions we can come up with. A wonderful poem! ❤️🌹👏
Chortleability? Love it!
Superb.
Thanks, Thomas.
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