7 days of earth:
(NEEDS ANOTHER EDIT YET BUT ONLY TOOK HOUR OR TWO)
DAY ONE:
The globe is developing an anguish,
for rebellious pa**ion,
after information explaining,
it's about to be extinguished from existence,
some relinquish their sins,
for others the looting' begins,
its the apocalypse the end of everything,
the last seven days of living.
DAY TWO:
Most are asking the sky why,
whilst holding' their hands tight,
they know whats coming',
but are belittled to this fate,
was the principle of life,
just a mistake,
or perhaps crudely miss placed,
its not up to us to say.
DAY THREE:
the world now has two suns,
up high past the clouds,
a spectacular sight,
the people are wow'd,
at the one visible at night, difficult,
to imagine the terrible
destruction it will bring,
were used to thinking',
were invincible,
only to have an inexpressible d**h penalty,
waiting' in the sky for everyone to see.
DAY FOUR:
the heat has increased,
the polo-ice cap melts,
poor people dying,
in rising wave levels,
there's nothing that can save any of us,
were all slaves,
to this enormous ball of flames,
least were going out with a bang.
DAY FIVE:
Mankind watches in awe,
our decline approaches,
feels unreal like a unicorn,
grinds of teeth,
as we watch,
from our future smorgasbord,
the sky is touched,
by blindin' light,
as Moses from the bible described,
this apocalypse being like,
our fate now signed,
sandstorm covers over the blue atmosphere,
there's nobody, no one left here.
DAY SIX
The few sheltered in bunkers,
fried an' cooked as if in a smelter,
the room acting as a heat conductor,
left with the choice, die from heat exhaustion,
due to the convection, or like most surrender,
and exitin' out into the thunder,
which ever is impossible to encumber,
but that last, look at earth, and what it has become, i wonder.
DAY SEVEN::
Nobody could expect the same,
amount of days, for the earth to decay,
as it took god, to create, this is the realm we made,
can not debate, this we had the time,
we let it go to waste,
now everything held dear got erased,
the planet left bare and in disgrace,
will life be sustained, or is this galaxy's pain, now in vain,
from outer space,
the same implement took aim,
of which we died, further more,
were equal to the dinosaur that got wiped,
in one clean strike, during their high pride,
will there be anything left behind,
to find our buried remains, to remind,
other's of our kind, and how we once were alive.