The end of times
No need to look in entrails
Or to examine signs in stars
The message is written everywhere
In melting ice and forest fires.
No need for Scriptures or High Priests
The dogs are barking in the streets
The end is nigh for most of us
The final tide is rising high.
Some will remain above the flood plain
Some will avoid the desert heat
But many are condemned to death
In a place of climate change.
Don’t listen to the lunatics
Who live with poisoned minds
Don’t blame a God, who did his best
For a pristine world that we just messed.
But what survives should prosper
And those remaining learn
What stays small stays beautiful
If we live within our means.
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