Future

**NOT WRITTEN BY ME!!!**

In this cold grey state of mind
All things will pass given due time
And the write in which I rhyme line after line
Will also pass given due time.

I wish for the masses
To look through my glass
To see the time that passes
Like liquids and glasses.

A gold fluid, a mist,
Like air so gently kissed,
What fortune would be sorely missed,
If it and looming doom did kiss.

And if the two did run away,
Night would no longer pass today,
And though at this grim concept I play,
I can't help but fear its passing someday.

If indeed did come Ragnarok,
If the gods do do battle, rending light and rock,
In the ending of this battle our times have stock
Hope for the fluid to freeze, an ever ending stop.

But if it the apocalypse,
Mother Gaia engulfing us behind her lips,
Father Chaos to us to us his hat does tip,
His hands did run down her impregnated hips.

Our consciousness darkened, by post sins committed,
To each and every neck a noose is fitted,
For what we've done and who we've stilled
And to out deaths The Parents are committed.

Author's Note

**NOT WRITTEN BY ME**
**AUTHOR'S NAME: SEAN PATRICK ONE OF MY CLOSE FRIENDS**

Reviews

[A Taste Of Blood]

uhm... spelling? >< -.-" you seriously mispelled various words and phrases that change the rhyme and rythm of the poem... *sigh* my handwritings not that vad is it?...