The Fallen Fallacy of Politics

They're dancing around the fire for rain.  For a moment, bright bursts of flames, fractalizing into the sky.  Awe and wonder.  Brief, but captivating, an exit of light.  A celebration of the pointing finger.  Number one.  To burn the seasoned growth of life.  The crops, cracked, and dry.  As night leaves ashes, an aching ground.  Twisted, warped aesthetics are a gross enamor.  Revelry, taking for granted the precious gift and balance of what is given.

A poison warning - skull and bones.  Do not imbibe the potion of the night.  Peering in the crystal ball, everyone sees lightning.  Digging graves, let's cut the ribbon for the golden shovel.  If only buildings could stand the test of time.  There is damage in the lust of the sun.  Overcast, a long overdue amassing of ethereal depression.  It's okay, just take your Prozac.  Take the day for granted, and it's gone.

Metamorphosis.  The skies turn grey.  Isn't the best time to fish when it storms?  Amused by an assumed trick, bait falls in drops from above.  The hook of irony.  Catch all we can.  Feeding the hungry, there is a price.  Too many are too full, and too many haven't eaten.

Aspiration, osmosis.  Oxygen, atmosphere.  Heavy breath is inevitable.  Closing in, environment.  When chasing the temporary, obedience is nullified in humankind.  There is basic knowledge of consequence, only to be disassociated for ignorance.  The brain is asleep to negative ions and catalyzation.  Superior monkeys tied food to the chain.  Perhaps coming from an animal, or space travel is well suited for a disgusting subconsciousness.

The horizon breaks.  Suddenly pummeling and tumultuous, clouds gather turbulently.  Faster than we can calculate.  A speeding downfall.  Mushrooming deposition.  Thick, dark, foreboding bodies block the high noon.  Vastly expansive dust clouds.  Hundreds, thousands of miles, converged in death.  Severe imbalance; a result.

The downpour of heavens fills and bursts, almost instantaneously.  Fire is cast into the earth.  Warnings, sirens, terror, trumpets.  An undertow sweeps away.  An awakening.  The torrent, like Jericho.  Unprepared, many gone.  Down the drain so fast, turbulence has no circles or cycles.  Gushing pulverization, washing away matter.  Volcanos, craters, lightning, rumblings, smoke.

Profound, all-out nuclear war.  All foretold but cast aside for hypnotic tomfoolery.  Landslides upon the terrain bring down the greatest establishments.  The basis of foundation staggers and collapses, in but a microcosm.  Overthrown, what was built all throughout history.  So much for lasting legacy.  The fallen fallacy of politics.