Lords of Destruction

I admire the Earth with its' aura.

Although,  it is in a line of destruction. 

This sediment is getting so poor,

Unlike all of God's men.

The planets are all aligned,

As our spirits go up in flame.

It seems our life ran out of time,

With our absence the world has no shame.

By the ice of Pluto, 

With opposite heat from Venus.

By the craters of the moon, 

Believed to be created by Jesus.

But a black hole devours the universe,

Including the sun and the stars.

Nothing lives forever, 

Everything has an end.

By whom is it captured?

That would be us,

The lords of destruction.

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