Probaway - Armageddon gives you a post Apocalypse view of the world and how people would feel about us from that perspective and therefore it gives some orientation on how we might choose to behave at this present time.
When man first spoke to man, how great the stride,
For what was learned by one was help to all;
And one in need could beckon to his side
Another's hand to help this first man's fall.
Then we did learn to write and bind our thoughts
Through time and space, on parchment, stone and clay,
Thus we may recall what was once forgot,
And long dead men live with us here today.
But these dead men are soon to die for good,
And live no more in future thoughts of man;
For past thoughts can not be understood,
When there is no more man to understand.
Although the helping hand seemed quite kind,
In the end it brought the end of mankind.
When man's most brilliant children speak of peace,
They do so in a most deceitful way.
With one hand they give us a golden fleece.
But, with the other, all of us, they slay.
When Armageddon dawned all men still loved,
Mankind, and beast, and tree and clear blue sky.
But then, these man brought blasts came and proved,
The best for life that man could do was die.
With mister Noble's gifts and Einstein's too,
Seeming love turns suddenly to proven hate,
That renders pulsing life to stinking goo.
Is this for me and you? Is this our fate?
We need no villains with their subtle shifts,
With heroes such as these to bring us gifts.
When murder and research are highly paid,
Set high as proper things for men to do,
Then all should know, there'll be uncalled for deaths,
With suffering moms and dads and young girls too.
How strange that we are known as homo "sapiens",
When our most brilliant children plan our demise;
A noble god says "That group gets no paeans;
Early death be theirs!" What else can we surmise?
Why do we claim ourselves to be so wise,
When we so simply fall dupes to fools ploys,
Unable to see through their simple guise,
Or spot the naive tricks that they employ?
It's for the common good that we must strive,
For all are victims when foul research thrives.
You vile and slimy piece of death-filled dirt,
Placed high by God to live a life sublime,
Now killing those who help and never hurt,
Is this the way one lives who is divine?
Are not you the one who so long ago,
Saw order in the way things flowed through time,
And learned that you would reap where you did sow.
And where you sowed foul lust there'd soon be crime.
Aren't you the one who always seeks the good,
Yet when you find it quickly turn to bad?
Your heart lives in the present, as it should,
But futures ruled by presents may be sad.
What feels best now is always what we do,
So feel ahead and limit future rue.
All panting desperation man would be,
If with but modest courage he was filled;
For then into the future he would see,
With clear, unshifting eye and will.
But courage was bred out so long ago
That now we have but vestige of that trait.
The bounty of fore-sight we now forego;
And blindly stumbling forward is our fate.
Perhaps we should not look beyond our nose,
For then despair would overwhelm our soul.
For what's to see but loss of all we know
And love. We know clear vision takes its toll.
God's plan for man is plain enough to see.
It's simply death for all eternity.
Foolish man! You were set upon the throne,
Of Eden, to rule till the end of time.
Contentment was to be forever known
To you. Youre born to live the life sublime.
A curious thing demanded of you,
"That you not glutton on fore-knowledge,"
As control of evil is beyond your view.
A tiny price for such a privilege.
But you would not control your empty pride;
You pryed with glee into atoms and stars,
And sought to duplicate brains opened wide.
And so you turned your bright garden into chars!
Bad is the end of man, that's understood.
He chooses what he likes o'er what is good
Silent waves crashing on a nearby shore
And no one to hear them, no nevermore.
I stand here alone projected in time
Through imagination that is wholly mine.
How peaceful is the desolate wonder
And strange. No sign of life! Yet if one
Digs deep, vast broken cities can be found
Where long ago wise man sought power.
Amidst these ruins, deep and buried for aeons,
Stirs life. And small though it be, it stirs,
And countless species are in its potential
And civilizations questing for the stars.
All this there is and more. But life reaching
Earth's surface the suns harsh ray says nevermore.
The goal I seek is to give you a thought,
A simple statement of what I have sought,
A modest report of what I have found,
I hope dear reader you will find it sound.
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