2012

"...(the weapon was) a single projectile charged

With all the power of the universe.

An incandescent column of smoke and flame

As bright as the thousand suns rose in all it's splendor...

An iron thunderbolt,

A gigantic messenger of death,

Which reduced to ashes the entire race....

The corpses were so burned as to be unrecognizable.

The hair and nails fell out; pottery broke without

Apparent cause, and the birds turned white...after a few

Hours all foodstuffs were infected...to escape from this fire

The soldiers threw themselves in streams

To wash themselves and their equipment"

[-the mahabharata (ancient indian text)]

The past is just the past isn't it?

Or is there so much more behind history

Too old to be told.

Blocks of faith, power and greed

Could not stand a chance,

Would be taken to their knees.

I've read the accounts of mushroom clouds of 4000 years

Past and the flight of viminas

And structures placed in such a way

That just may spell out our fate.

Reduced to tourist sites...

So be the maps of civilization.

Watch the sun fall.

The year it ends, watch them all come down.

We won't need our bombs

To make the rain fire.

All tongues, all faiths

Correspond on the 5th's sun's fall.

You can't use your greed to buy your way back.

One life.

Armageddon

Comes with a surge

To burn and purge.

Materialists run with a life

All in vain but

There's no justice like the end of the world.