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julio tulipan


Reject Doomsday


Reject Doomsday
- A rumor has no edge, but it can kill; a proverb has no flower but it can cure soul.
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A rumor
On December 21,2012
Winter Solstice,
Will be in this century the end of the world;
This rumor-
Is bluffing like something with nose and eyes

Some ones
Put off the pretended mask
Some ones
Give the shows away with grim countenance;
Behold
Ugliness challenges goodness in screaming fight

The rumor -
Planets will hit the Earth of human
Ridiculous -
It's lack of basic scientific arguments;
Poor -
It's not but the flesh of fool

If -
The rumor harms others but not favorable for its self
I think-
It's not only as simple as pitiful
Prophecy -
Is also inseparable from the scientific law

However -
The world in endless war
If peace -
Is just an everlasting call of poetry
So -
Once nuclear weapons has been cruelly used
Doomsday -
Will tragically falls upon the human

Then -
The war will bury the warriors,
And -
Bring disaster to countless innocent funerary
Friends
To reject doomsday is to reject war
Think -
What kind of human being will you want to do?




20/12/2012

Submitted: Wednesday, December 19, 2012

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