The Future

The Serpent comes; we will all die;
this is truth’s perpetual lie.
The Serpent is the truth at last;
into the fire none will be cast.
‘Tis the Gods we’ve built from man
that undermine Gaia’s true plan.
Who are these gods built on shifting sand;
while they did rise, how will they stand
when truth at last may wander free.
The future is still yet to be.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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