Conculsion

The life we live so untamed these days, so peculiar are the ways, what possesses this cosmos.
Perchance are the planets out of line, perhaps the stars, maybe creation will not survive.

The strangeness of the time grows stronger in diverse ways, what is this possession we feel.
What forceful war like presence threatens our existence each day what brings such anxiety to our lives.

The end is approaching forecasters pronounce, that’s the explanation when in doubt.
Would peace subjugate this enduring force, this power that overtakes our lives.

We hear of horrific actions of other humans, are they extraterrestrials sent to pilfer our innocence.
These mysterious forces of sinfulness take from us what cannot be returned.

We reach with extended arm to grasp the final thread of our sanity, as reality begins to grow fainter.
Will a cosmic force take us to a new more gracious world beyond this universe.

Our souls cannot depart from us until the closing stages, will that be today, tomorrow, when?
Until that time my advice would be prepare for the abrupt closing that will come one day.

Perhaps we’ll find the greater force, the supreme being, the creator of man.
For what have we pushed forward for, if nothing greater is to be?