Description: A poem about the set ways of man and the influences we have on our surroundings.
Static Way -------------------------------------------
How will the world end?
Will it leave a big rend?
The answer is easily found..
Just take a look around..
Mankind need not make room
For any kind of doom..
from manknd will be born
The source of earth's scorn..
The devil deals out his cards
Assigning man 6 deadly parts..
Death to life..
Destruction of earth
Famine for all..
End to birth..
Hate blanket us all..
Ensure our steady fall..
Man built economy
to help us all..
We reach the summit..
Ready to plummet..
Incommensurate attempts to level the wall
Mankind trying feebly to break his fall..
Symbols with rings
Conceal these things..
The secrets of the end-all trade..
Man-a small child making grade..
So what can be learnt from this dispersion?
Do not fear what is near - there's no aversion..
Shed some skin..
End times to regard..
Do what you need
To play the final part..
No longer near..
It is here..
Time for crimson display..
It is the static way.
Submission Name: Static Way
