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No God Is Coming To Save You

poem/song about hopelessness and how humanity doomed the world

By CT IdlehousePublished 3 months ago • 2 min read
No God Is Coming To Save You
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No god is coming to save you.

This is not the Tribulation,

This is an evacuation of Earth.

We have poisoned her waters,

Raped her fields,

And bled her dry.

/

We've suctioned out black gold,

And turned it into poison smog.

We've littered the seas

With plastic detritus

And it now infects our very cells.

/

We are the ungrateful parasites,

Mother Earth seeks to rid of.

The wealthiest of us

Are content to continue asssaulting her soil,

Pulling up her forests,

Dirtying her waters,

And hiding away as we burn in the wastes.

/

Planet Earth will move on without us,

Because we are a species that deserves to die.

We shall go the way of the dinosaurs.

We shall turn to fossils,

And fuel the next machines

Of another merciless race.

/

We treat each other with hate,

Distain so severe that we bomb schoolchildren,

Corall people into pens like animals,

Exploit the vulnerable,

And live decandantly off the profits.

/

The wife of a billionarie

Wears the blood-stained diamonds,

That were painstakingly dug out of the Earth

By a malnourished child

Who doesn't know if he'll get a meal tonight.

/

Your electric cars that you drive

To make you feel like you're doing something,

Hold cobalt that people bulldozed entire villages to obtain.

Finite resources mean nothing to the men

That hold all the cards

That hold all the gold like decaying dragons,

That threaten to destroy the world if we don't kneel.

/

I am tired of being a cog

In a machine that only works

When I cry and scream and anguish from the pain

Of backbreaking labor that I am paid poorly for.

My entire existence is to be a number in a book,

To be a worker on an assembly line

To put together another piece of shit commodity

That will distract society from the rising waters coming to drown us.

/

We will drown slowly,

Like the frogs in the proverbial boiling water.

And billionaries will be selling us boats and buckets.

We will burn in the fires

While the rich look upon us from their Ivory Tower

Drinking babies' blood from wine glasses

While they molest the children for fun

And throw them into a mass grave like used tissues.

/

No god is coming to save you.

You are stuck in this sinking ship with us.

There will be no Rapture,

No heavenly glow from the clouds.

If a loving god did exist,

He'd be looking upon in disgust.

Because instead of loving our neighbor,

We destroy ourselves for petty gain.

/

No god is coming to save you.

There is no biblical end.

There is only a dying world

In an infinite universe.

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    Written by CT Idlehouse