An old poem

The End

First the moon, and now the sun.
The end has only just begun.
The threads of fate have been undone.
It’s time to say goodbye.

There’s nowhere left to run;
No place left to hide.
No gods to come and guide us,
No time for us to cry.

Our people have not long left us.
On paths we can not trust.
Their protecting skills have failed us.
It’s time for us to die.

-Charlie Baker, 15/09/12

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