Armageddon's tool. Poetic prophesy fool. Samurai of words.
Some are plain foolish
To believe obvious lies
To our detriment
Memories endure
What they represent does not
Make them while you can
Lack of confidence
It can kill economies
Say goodbye money
Tumbling forward
Wistfully playful in scope
And so it begins
Coyote is here
He's just outside our front door
Being Coyote
Where did the sky go?
Clouds of ash are coming down
Covering us all
Buy a weed eater
Mow those weeds down and look good
Ready for the end
Tomorrow he's five
Who knows what he will become
And what he will do
A supernova?
When will one go off nearby?
Extinction event?
I have seen the end
It's everything and nothing
All at the same time