A hundred degrees on this Christmas Eve.
The days of the Super Nova have come.
The new Earth better be waiting in the wings!
Mechanical machines are dead.
No stores, no goods and food is what we make it.
Strange, just a few years ago, everything was fine!
The sun is getting hotter and whiter than was ever known to be
There are no thieves, there is nothing to steal,
There is no sin, the heat has burned it away!
Half buried in my back yard, the metal soft as clay.
I can no longer breath outdoors, so I view it from my window.
It melts, I watch. That is all there is too do.
I see people walking across my yard, I know were buried years past.
So, that's how He will do it. The Earth is recreated as hell!
It was my intent to make things right. I should not have waited!