Poems on the Edge

Chicken

On the day, the sun shined.
When the light blinked on
for on that day we knew
that in one week the rock
would hit the earth, destroying

The announcement killed many
in three holy books it was decreed
the temple sun, that their would be a savior
the great order, that their would be aliens
the dark covenant, that all would burn

then their were scientists
plotting to stop the destruction
who did best to gather the people
so that they could build a great machine
in great urgency, with one week

in the coming days, the people in chaos
they would murder each other
their would be a great suicide
Many were in immense sorrow
Some who were wise, partied in death

Then the great war began
for it was in the contradiction of spirit
the temple sun said that others decieved
the great order that all must board the ship
the dark covenant that we already burned

In the war , things destroyed
science hoping to be savior
was stopped by the three
for being deceivers, not necessary
and for being good.

And so with no hope
the people prepared for the end
violence and destruction, hate
their was only distrust
and all were confused and scared

Many claimed to be savior,
the city was split in hundreds
Others claimed to be aliens
More claimed it wasn't even true
a mere conspiracy and lie

The hour near, the people prepared
Some committed suicide, others partied
some hid in basements with hope
others stood on roofs watching
others lived in denial, pretending

It entered the atmosphere
the people braced themselves
Then across the earth it fell
An absurd amount and ridiculous 
gathering of chickens.

They all knew they were wrong
the chickens pecked the ground
Covering the streets the people
stood in awe and confusion
before in hate committing great murder.

A madman in asylum was freed
for he had the answer and equation
He was killed in the chaos
Many died in the great battle
Except for those few who had braved and partied

For God now had his chosen people.


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