#Apocalypse

It’s the coming of the end of the world, my love…

Some call it the second coming of the lord;

Others call it kali yuga.

That doesn’t matter.

Whether it is Narayana or Jesus or Allah

who will come to collect the debt,

Or Yemaya and Oddua who will end love as we know it,

there will be hell to pay…

There will be bloodshed.

Sacred land will turn into wasteland.

The soil will turn blood orange,

And the oceans, deoxygenated blood.

Some say we will have to go to another blood-encrusted planet…

To do what, my love?

Rewhet the rusted soil and pollute its ancient riverbeds

with all the failures of humanity?

Or do we renew the planet with our tears

as we mourn the loss of color in our previous births?

All is not lost, my love…

I can still smell ozone even when it rains blooddrops around me.

I can still taste semiprecious soil in the potatoes you broil.

I can still touch immortality when I embrace you, my love.

So how do you want to remember our time together…

before our kingdom rests in peace…

before love is wiped away…

forever?

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Social media is inundated with violence these days - almost prophetic of what many religions view as an impending apocalypse. But what dispels darkness? Light through love. What dispels violence? Peace through love. What builds bridges? Compassion through love. What mends broken souls? Enlightenment through love.

**Special thank you to Asan Fossett and Vanezza Cruz for their input and guidance.

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