as fast as the lightning, as soon as the dayspring it came. furious. merciless. uproaring. poeple in panic, trying to tame the beast they long encaged, robbed its freedom, now enraged. such shame — poeple suffer from its lethal phage; sparing no one, knowing no age. some blame another, insulting, mocking, pointing fingers, their own fault not realizing — how lame.
strained yesterday, now's its aching everywhere. humanity weeping, calling God's name to stop the war they have been starting battlecries of remorse, hoping, seeking sooner endgame.
whilst they're in despair, panic-stricken, the earth rests in solitude, regenerating to once reclaim even by little the vibe it was possessing — the beauty everyone was acclaiming,