Premature Armageddon
She feels peace, in sync with the world
Sitting under her fig tree,
adorned in a false sense of victory.
She feels serene, and attuned to the wild,
Feasting upon the open air,
blind to the woes of her only heir.
She feels ethereal; drifting along with the waves,
Cocooned in a cloud...
Sitting under her fig tree,
adorned in a false sense of victory.
She feels serene, and attuned to the wild,
Feasting upon the open air,
blind to the woes of her only heir.
She feels ethereal; drifting along with the waves,
Cocooned in a cloud...