The day may come when all the clouds

burn with fallout fire;

when trees are ash-slips standing frail

against the poison winds.

When earth worms wriggle earthily

fat and undistrubed.

When suburbs smolder worthlessly

into elements.

When even rain is acid spray

and puddles mirror stone.

When all the earth is washed of man

scrubbed in lye and acetone.

When woodland beasts all roam the streets

and badgers sleep in beds.

When deer produce and quickly die

and squirrels destroy the sheds.

Yet all the earth would feel the loss

and beg for their reprieve

in want of steward-mercies here

the laws by which they live.

Creation all would lift its voice

and all of nature cry

but nothing round them would appear

but wide and wingless sky,

with none to paint the picture here

and none to stand beside.

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Strive for peace, reprove the wrong

and seek to bless the earth,

wish not for the end of man

but pray for life and birth.

So though the world be full of fools

and groans with sin and fraud,

yet still it needs its royalty

the hands and means of God.

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