Thoughts on Armageddon

2023 

In the thought of Armageddon, there is thrill and fright,

A spectacle of ends conceived in the dread of night.

From faiths sprung and life's work swung on this dire thought,

Since Atlantis' tale was first taught, the human mind it sought.

 

This cosmic vision unfolds, a saga where we lose,

In the universe's entropy, our identities diffuse.

'Twas merely a nightmare in our history's early stage,

'Til weapons and the world's rhythm pushed us to this age.

 

The harmless dream, a reality, a looming, potent threat,

Closer to obliteration than we've ever gotten yet.

Each advancement, each creation, chips at our protective shell,

Facing the apathetic cosmos, an unsympathetic hell.

 

Energy borrowed, moved, not birthed anew,

Teetering on the precipice, a chasm broad and true.

False safety, false era, delusions of our time,

All history, all struggles, on the edge of a dime.

 

Great minds and riches, obliterated, unremembered in the fray,

A profound revolution needed, though its toll we'll have to pay.

Blind trust that one will rise, or progress will be made,

Until that faith is nurtured, progress will only fade.

 

We trade our treasures daily, for an uneven gain,

Hoping for a turning point, but certainty is in vain.

We've never faced this system, this uncharted frontier,

Waiting may render us hopeless, and exploit our greatest fear.

 

Hope, our sole possession, must outlast this plight,

Preserved in jest and humor, in imagination's light.

There's a flaw in the armor, a chance for us to mend,

Solving the math, breaking the cycle, a chance to ascend.

 

To become a better version, a step in our grand story,

Hope, create, innovate, for that's our inventory.

If a chance exists to escape the dire hole we're in,

Find it we must, for that's where survival begins.

 

So hold onto hope, it came with your being's breath,

A gift at your birth, a companion until death