Gathering storm

With best intentions you know not what you’ve done.

The sun is rising in the East.

The trade wars have begun.

The three largest nations locking hands, can’t you see at least?

What happens when they achieve not needing you?

One player still masked in shadow.

Ten horns adorn the hidden beast.

The following years all but hallow.

Good news after great suffering at least.

The rule of law come to earth.

A millennium of agape governance.

To a new world it gives birth.

After that the end of this perishable chemical dance.