The Begending


All wood will burn
And steel will melt
A vibrational fire
Turns all to smelt


Don't worry...
We all die anyways
But this is the first time
Our future...
Is numbered in days


So what is this of which I speak?
Some ancient wisdom?
Some words from the birds beak?
It is the Begending...


In the Begending
There'll be death and life
Upon the news, oncoming events
People's fear will be rife


When the time and day
Are announced in some way
The shelves will be bare
What you have,
Is what you prepare


And that's when all the chaos begins


More questions, more lies
The truth is in their eyes


Fear


I hearken back to a time long ago
When man laughed.
Laughed at flight,
But the wacko's were right
Oh, and also on moon flight


And now it appears
The Begending is near


Is it 2012 or 2000?
Only a few know
It'll be global warming, for sure...
But first there'll be the snow


Fire will rain from the sky.
It seems I've heard this before
EinStud's not predicting,
Just telling you more


Fire will rain from the sky
For Planet X is Iron ore
You can't see it coming
But soon it will reach...
Your front door


It is dim and it is big
Like a burnt orange moon
It will deliver the goods
It's cycle ends soon


When it is seen
It's too late
Because seeing is believing
How did God make mountains?


The Earth will stop spinning
Just like the moon
This sudden stop will bring mountains
The Begending comes soon


The Earth is round
Not by spinning one way
In the future it will spin
South will be East
And life again begins


We will need a new TV
One that is digital of course
Michelle will plant her garden
Their actions, our resource


If it happened before
Where's all of the proof?
Atlantis, Dinosaurs, a Pyramid... poof!


Stones become lighter
In the gravitational pull
Two planets this close
And that's no bull


Just so you know
Not everyone will perish
The wave of heat
The G-Force swing, and...


If you survive the fire
You'll be living in a world
A world free and disinfected
But fear of other's desires


It's Mother Nature
Not terrorism, you'll see
And the one's that know
Tax the air you breathe


You'll need Food
Water
Shelter
Clothing
And a way to keep it.


I'm not sure what Iron Ore does to water
Or a burned planet does to food
They'll laugh at him
Who makes a pyramid
But they all laughed before


Not by flood, but by fire
And watch for evils desire
This is just a poem,
A theater of the mind
A thought play one would say,
For the literary kind



Michelle's got this garden
As wonderful as can be
She's sending you a message
For when times require seeds.

Amen

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Peace Out, EinStud
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