The world is crumbling down into pieces,

like glass that wanes down into deep abyss.

Color of grotesque blue skewed the dire sky,

Sacred wings of the chained cannot break free

Destruction befalls, taste the wrath of gods.

Calamities shall transpire, let us pray.

Ludicrous profanities shall sputter;

vaporized nation- chant thy elegy

Revelatory but vigilant terse,

the miracle gift all long gone and ceased.

Shame we all have amidst our very souls.

Is forgiveness still thee acceptable?

A reason to live, a reason to hope-

hope of the world, now descended and saved.

“What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.” - Don Delillo