And What's To Come ,Cannot Be Undone

And What’s to Come Cannot Be Undone

And what’s to come cannot be undone—
the sky has already split its silence,
and the first black breath of ending
moves across the face of the world.

The earth no longer sleeps.
She stirs beneath our feet
like a giant waking in wrath,
like a grave opening its mouth.

We fed her smoke.
We fed her fire.
We fed her poison
and called it civilization.

Now the heavens answer in ruin.
The storms come crowned in fury.
The seas climb higher.
The heat becomes a sentence.
The winds become a scream.

And what’s to come cannot be undone.
The forests fall like prayers unanswered.
The rivers run like wounds.
The mountains stand as witnesses
to the collapse of our arrogance.

There will be no bargain now.
No mercy bought with words.
No hiding place in steel or stone.
The age of comfort is ending.
The age of reckoning has begun.

Mother Earth will not forgive the lie
that we were masters of her body.
She will shake the cities loose.
She will drown the low places.
She will burn the dry bones of greed
until only truth remains.

And what’s to come cannot be undone—
the final hour is not coming.
It is here.
It is rising.
It is already in the air.

There will be no place to hide she will seek her vengeance.