(Edit: I know it's a little rough around the edges. =P Especially some of those rhymes. Originally, it was intended to be a novel, and I may actually flesh out the full thing later.)
The Worldburners (Poem)
(Part One: The Fools)
One day, two souls sat connected
'Cross two bright screens, communication perfected
One named Good John, the other named Ra
Each to the other held something in awe
From Ra to Good John, his darkness was his worth
Such hate that he'd ne'er cried, even in birth
From Good John to Ra, enlightenment was seen
Wisdom from across space and time he could glean
And so Ra told Good John a tale
Of the four evil men, who would see mankind fail
The Builder, The Puppet, The Leader, and The Pope;
Four world kings who would leave us without hope
And so Good John and Ra took to the stage
Two against the world; the battle of the age
(Part Two: The Builder)
Our two heroes met, in an icy cave
In the midst of Missouri, during a wintry wave
Ra brought tools of disguise with him
A wheelchair with which to appear cripple in limb
Good John brought the only thing he'd need
His long steel katana, to make his foes bleed
And so our heroes set off to slay their first dragon
The builder for whom they'd build a welcome wagon
The nearby town held a parade
Just for The Builder, freedom as their charade
Good John stood atop a civil war float
Which they had built as their warboat
As the crowd cheered, they passed the Builder's Hall
An enormous cannon extended into its wall
The Builder spoke inside, to his brothers of his plan
To build a new world order, obedient to his clan
Only when he saw the ballast, did he give it concern
That all which is built, must ultimately burn
The cannon erupted, fire from within
Destroying the Builder and all of his kin
The charred ruins of the builder's hall littered the snowy lands
As the vast crowd screamed, and police shouted commands
"Catch those bastards, those scoundrels, those fools!
Don't let them get away with their death-dealing tools!"
Twasn't long 'fore the guard realized their fall
A horde of men versus Good John is no fight at all
And so with builder slain did our heroes slip away
To find the time to fight another day
(Part 3: The Puppet)
With Ra's devices they found an abandoned place
In New Mexico, a long dead military base
With weapons left over, and metal aplenty
Ra got to work on tools worthy of 2020
Robots and gadgets as far as the eye could see
Ra's genius was magnificent, any could agree
Small mech spiders, which could cling to walls
Reproduce and fire small exploding balls
Fast as lightning, disastrous as a flood
These fatal devices could spill record blood
Good John looked on, confused and curious
He said in a moment unusual and spurious;
"That's funny,", said he, his question began,
"I always thought robots to look more like man."
Ra chuckled, cavorted and laughed.
"Good John, something you must know of this craft."
"Man's form is merely functional, not awesome or grand."
"So much better can be done with my hand."
"If you want to know the truth, good friend of mine..."
"Only one reason exists to create a manbot in my mind."
And so we turn to a white house on a hill
Where the Puppet enjoys of the world's wealth his fill
Though he is to lead his great nation
He desires only to do the will of the corporation
He does as they ask without questioning their clutch
Just a cut of the action, it isn't asking too much
He feels safe surrounded by men with guns
Surely nothing can touch him, his wife or his sons
The sound of gunfire erupts in the hall
His men decapitated, after sounding an evac call
The strange creatures flood the Puppet's house
As he frantically searches for his missing spouse
He finds her at last as the helicopter does arrive
They both climb in, the Puppet happy to be alive
As they ascend, he leans in to the first lady's face
Hoping to kiss and in the face of death embrace
But no hope or solace from his wife does he gain
As instead her face splits in twain
A shotgun thrusts into his mouth where his wife's tonuge should be
At last the man knows there is nowhere to flee
And so the Puppet learns, with his last thought
All wealth comes at a price, which he bought
The gun chamber fires, The Puppet's life erased
All that remains is a pink gooey paste
(Part 4: The Leader)
So Good John and Ra grinned, two down, two to go
They felt they were achieving quite a wonderful flow
Just as the last modifications on his manbot were placed
Did Ra realize they were being traced!
Hurrying and scurrying, collecting what they must
Including a strange pistol and a bag of metallic dust
Good John and Ra left their beloved base
Of which their activities left not even a trace
Boarding a train in disguise to slay their next dragon
Their next destination was the U.N. in Manhattan
Arriving at night, they approached the new bullet trains
The system that had cost taxpayers many deserved pains
Reaching into his bag, Ra took out some dust
Breathing in deep, he pursed his lips and puffed
The dust covered the train, with mysterious intent
Ra assured his friend it was needed for the following event
He took Good John's blade and with powder he dusted
Good John watched on as the blade which he trusted
Turned from silver to ebony, quite the shocking shift
Ra assured him he had given the sword a lethal lift
"Dust to dust, ash to ash;
Your blade turns blood to oil in a flash!"
Good John grinned, a merciless smile
As the duo returned to their hotel for a while
They boarded the train at 6:23
Both were nervous, but both filled with glee
As the train started, Ra's plan reveals
The engine changed shape, and sprouted spiked wheels!
The locomotive sped faster, and flew off the track
Towards the U.N. building it intended to wrack
And so was revealed the contents of the bag
Nanobots by the thousands, whose effects didn't drag
The crowd screamed in terror, with nowhere to flee
Each praying to their God, "Oh Lord, please save me!"
"Everyone, calm down!", Ra started to say
"If you'll all just cooperate, you won't die today."
"Our trouble, certainly, is not with you."
"This train we're using against where we're going to."
"Sit down, allow us do what we may..."
"And I promise, you will all be okay."
Just then loud sirens erupted from outside
Military forces had come to stop this ride
And Ra brushed the last powder on Good John's boots
So he could handle the speed and fight men with suits
Good John stood and faced the army, drawing his blade
Which now glistened a dark obsidian shade
As the first solider dropped down, Ra sliced him in two
The nanobots turned his blood to petroleum true
He splashes the oil on the solider's necks like a murderous vandal
And strikes his blade against the train, like a match to light a candle
The trail of oil turns to fire instantly
Lighting a flame noose around their necks brilliantly
They choke as they burn, their corpses incinerated
Good John laughs with raw evil, truly exhilarated
Just then three jets in a V formation scream in from above
Which gave Good John an idea about how these birds he could dispose of
Drenching his blade with more blood turned to oil
He splatters the stuff on the jets like an ignition coil
Striking his blade against the steel on the train
The 3 jets exploded, their pilots screaming in pain
The train would near its final destination soon
To get back in the train John knew it was opportune
As Good John returned to the train's interior
He couldn't help but feel rather superior
Ra announced to the crowd that they would all be free before long
Free, too, of the treachery the Leader had planned all along
Inside the UN building, the Leader had spoken
Of world peace eternal and always unbroken
Of course, to the leader, this was naught but a joke
It was world peace under HIM of which he spoke
But when the Leader saw, speeding at him 500 miles an hour
The bullet train which rode towards him with unbridled power
He realized what happened when just two people united
To bring peace to the WHOLE world would be rather shortsighted
The crunch against the wheels confirmed the Leader was roadkill
Good John and Ra's victorious laughter was indeed rather shrill
The train sped past the headquarters, leaving only rubble in its wake
Crashing through all that cement didn't even cause the engine to brake
The crowd screamed some more as they headed towards the sea
With no sign of stopping, it seemed Ra broke his guarentee
He quickly showed, them, however, that there was no need to worry
He activated the evacuation systems in a hurry
Like popcorn, the people popped out of the train
With parachutes to ensure on they'd land safely on plain
But Good John and Ra stayed on the ship
It seemed they were in for a death trip
Their pursuers chased faster, more fast cars and jets
Their nearing the ocean caused Good John to break out in sweats
"Just what are you doing, Ra, can't you see?"
"Have you lost your mind? We're approaching the sea!"
"Have faith, Good John, calm down and watch."
"I assure you our plan I have no intent to botch."
The train leapt into the ocean, and left nothing to chase
Their pursuers stopped suddenly, feeling utter disgrace
"One day, we'll catch those bastards, I swear it!"
Said the hardboiled Commander Thomas McTalbit
(Part 5: The Pope)
Meanwhile, Good John had thought Ra had truly gone crazy
Letting the train sink into the ocean would be kindly called lazy
Ra pushed a button once more, however
Showing his mind to still be quite clever
The same force which had changed the train before
Had now turned the vehicle into a submarine and more
Comfortable seats and a bench for Ra to steadily work on
Ra took out the pistol and powder and worked dusk to dawn
When finished, he showed the pistol to Good John
It was ivory in color, with several numbers etched on
"0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8"
Ra proceeded to explain this trait
"You should always have a contingency plan."
Started Ra, his explanation began
"Let's just say that if things go wrong..."
"I will force this whole wide world to play along."
For the first time, Good John saw in Ra
The same darkness he held in his heart so raw
He shrugged it off, however, and asked,
"What of the Pope, of our targets last?"
Ra's teeth shone, as bright as the sun
"Good John, my boy; it's already done."
Meanwhile, in China, the emporer reads a document dump
Sent to them expressly, by one "Agent Trump".
The proof is perfect, it can't be some strange fluke
The US plans to attack China, with a huge nuke!
The emporer was furious, the U.S. he cursed
He decided, if anything, he was going to strike first
He gave the order, the nuke sent flying away
Towards America, but then oddly started to stray
We now turn towards the Vatican, where the Pope does reside
To the top of the tower, he and his choir stride
The Pope smiles, his lips curl as wide as he would dare
With the other world kings, this world he needn't share
His absolute control over the religions of people
Means the world is subservient to the church with the steeple
Though The Pope thought it strange to see, in the sky
A dark cloud looming. It's not going to rain, so why?
Strange as well was of one choir member
Why she would beep, he could not remember
And so the secret worshippers of Horus
Began to sing their heavenly chorus
"Haaaaaaark the Heraaaaaald Aaaaangels, siiiiiiing!"
"Glooooryyy toooo, the newborn Kiiiing!"
It was then, as the nuke fell from above
Did the Pope of his end become aware of
Just before he witnessed the radiant light
Did he realize hell burns a nuclear white
The mushroom cloud erupts from the tower
Destroying the symbol of religion's power
In God's protection, they could have faith no more
'Twas the message that sounded, with the nuclear roar
(Part 6: Born Crying)
Watching the explosion from their new home
(Another abandoned base, shaped like a dome)
Our two heroes cheered, their goals at last complete
They couldn't believe they'd accomplished this feat
When all of a sudden, out of the blue
Came Commander Thomas McTalbit's crew
They surrounded Good John and Ra from every side
Their only option for survival was to hurry inside
So the military chased them through the labyrinthine maze
Seeking to bring a bullet-filled end to their days
Good John and Ra fought until they came to a dead end
Army men not far behind, just around the bend
Good John escaped, leaping up to a wall
Waiting for a chance to have a man to maul
Ra brandished the pistol with many a strange number
Pointed it to his head, as though embracing death's slumber
Envisioning what would happen, he swallowed and began to snigger
But the men with guns shot him before he could pull the trigger
Good John leapt down and cut their heads off
Rushing to Ra, who was bleeding with a cough
And so from Ra to Good John, from man to man
A bloody, heartrending scene began
"Good John...thank you for coming with me on this crazy trip."
Said Ra as he handed, weakly, Good John the pistol grip
"If you've ever believed in anything we've fought for, then I have one last request."
"Put the gun to your head and pull the trigger.", said Ra, his last breath leaving his chest.
And so it was for the first time ever in his life
That Good John felt truly honest strife
For his only friend had told him with breath last
To end his own life with one final pistol blast
With first tears in his eyes, Good John began to run
His true brother dead, his life entirely undone
He cut through the hordes that were chasing him down
Sorrow weighing on his head as the heaviest crown
At last as he remembered his friend's final words he stopped
His sword from his mighty grip at last dropped
With much sweat he placed the gun to his skull
His sadness far too leviathan to lull
His finger pulled the trigger hard
The bullet penetrates his brain guard
The slug burrows through his brain to the seat of his soul
And from within begins to expand a white hole
With numbers 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, and 13
This was the power of the Fibonacci Machine
The men turned the corner, firing bullets brutal
Their firepower, however, was utterly futile
The orb swallowed the bullets, continuing to grow fast
The men were swallowed, their escape couldn't outlast
The white hole, it seemed, continued to grow
Nothing could stop it, it wouldn't even slow
The news soon reported, of a military base destroyed
By some cosmic abberation, the all-consuming void
All virtue; compassion, truth, generosity and love
Was swallowed by the world-eating sphere we speak of
It swallowed cities, then nations, then a whole hemisphere
Those rich enough to flee did, the others stayed "here".
So the richest souls alive spent their last moments as such;
Huddled on an iceberg in the antarctic, money as their crutch
The Earth was finished and then mars was done
Venus, then Mercury, and finally the Sun.
Every planet and every star
Fell victim to this cosmic scar
To the universe's farthest edge
Did the Fibonnaci Effect dredge
Consuming all within its wake
Good John did at last awake
So it was through loyalty undying
Even God was born crying
(The End)
The Worldburners (Poem)
(Part One: The Fools)
One day, two souls sat connected
'Cross two bright screens, communication perfected
One named Good John, the other named Ra
Each to the other held something in awe
From Ra to Good John, his darkness was his worth
Such hate that he'd ne'er cried, even in birth
From Good John to Ra, enlightenment was seen
Wisdom from across space and time he could glean
And so Ra told Good John a tale
Of the four evil men, who would see mankind fail
The Builder, The Puppet, The Leader, and The Pope;
Four world kings who would leave us without hope
And so Good John and Ra took to the stage
Two against the world; the battle of the age
(Part Two: The Builder)
Our two heroes met, in an icy cave
In the midst of Missouri, during a wintry wave
Ra brought tools of disguise with him
A wheelchair with which to appear cripple in limb
Good John brought the only thing he'd need
His long steel katana, to make his foes bleed
And so our heroes set off to slay their first dragon
The builder for whom they'd build a welcome wagon
The nearby town held a parade
Just for The Builder, freedom as their charade
Good John stood atop a civil war float
Which they had built as their warboat
As the crowd cheered, they passed the Builder's Hall
An enormous cannon extended into its wall
The Builder spoke inside, to his brothers of his plan
To build a new world order, obedient to his clan
Only when he saw the ballast, did he give it concern
That all which is built, must ultimately burn
The cannon erupted, fire from within
Destroying the Builder and all of his kin
The charred ruins of the builder's hall littered the snowy lands
As the vast crowd screamed, and police shouted commands
"Catch those bastards, those scoundrels, those fools!
Don't let them get away with their death-dealing tools!"
Twasn't long 'fore the guard realized their fall
A horde of men versus Good John is no fight at all
And so with builder slain did our heroes slip away
To find the time to fight another day
(Part 3: The Puppet)
With Ra's devices they found an abandoned place
In New Mexico, a long dead military base
With weapons left over, and metal aplenty
Ra got to work on tools worthy of 2020
Robots and gadgets as far as the eye could see
Ra's genius was magnificent, any could agree
Small mech spiders, which could cling to walls
Reproduce and fire small exploding balls
Fast as lightning, disastrous as a flood
These fatal devices could spill record blood
Good John looked on, confused and curious
He said in a moment unusual and spurious;
"That's funny,", said he, his question began,
"I always thought robots to look more like man."
Ra chuckled, cavorted and laughed.
"Good John, something you must know of this craft."
"Man's form is merely functional, not awesome or grand."
"So much better can be done with my hand."
"If you want to know the truth, good friend of mine..."
"Only one reason exists to create a manbot in my mind."
And so we turn to a white house on a hill
Where the Puppet enjoys of the world's wealth his fill
Though he is to lead his great nation
He desires only to do the will of the corporation
He does as they ask without questioning their clutch
Just a cut of the action, it isn't asking too much
He feels safe surrounded by men with guns
Surely nothing can touch him, his wife or his sons
The sound of gunfire erupts in the hall
His men decapitated, after sounding an evac call
The strange creatures flood the Puppet's house
As he frantically searches for his missing spouse
He finds her at last as the helicopter does arrive
They both climb in, the Puppet happy to be alive
As they ascend, he leans in to the first lady's face
Hoping to kiss and in the face of death embrace
But no hope or solace from his wife does he gain
As instead her face splits in twain
A shotgun thrusts into his mouth where his wife's tonuge should be
At last the man knows there is nowhere to flee
And so the Puppet learns, with his last thought
All wealth comes at a price, which he bought
The gun chamber fires, The Puppet's life erased
All that remains is a pink gooey paste
(Part 4: The Leader)
So Good John and Ra grinned, two down, two to go
They felt they were achieving quite a wonderful flow
Just as the last modifications on his manbot were placed
Did Ra realize they were being traced!
Hurrying and scurrying, collecting what they must
Including a strange pistol and a bag of metallic dust
Good John and Ra left their beloved base
Of which their activities left not even a trace
Boarding a train in disguise to slay their next dragon
Their next destination was the U.N. in Manhattan
Arriving at night, they approached the new bullet trains
The system that had cost taxpayers many deserved pains
Reaching into his bag, Ra took out some dust
Breathing in deep, he pursed his lips and puffed
The dust covered the train, with mysterious intent
Ra assured his friend it was needed for the following event
He took Good John's blade and with powder he dusted
Good John watched on as the blade which he trusted
Turned from silver to ebony, quite the shocking shift
Ra assured him he had given the sword a lethal lift
"Dust to dust, ash to ash;
Your blade turns blood to oil in a flash!"
Good John grinned, a merciless smile
As the duo returned to their hotel for a while
They boarded the train at 6:23
Both were nervous, but both filled with glee
As the train started, Ra's plan reveals
The engine changed shape, and sprouted spiked wheels!
The locomotive sped faster, and flew off the track
Towards the U.N. building it intended to wrack
And so was revealed the contents of the bag
Nanobots by the thousands, whose effects didn't drag
The crowd screamed in terror, with nowhere to flee
Each praying to their God, "Oh Lord, please save me!"
"Everyone, calm down!", Ra started to say
"If you'll all just cooperate, you won't die today."
"Our trouble, certainly, is not with you."
"This train we're using against where we're going to."
"Sit down, allow us do what we may..."
"And I promise, you will all be okay."
Just then loud sirens erupted from outside
Military forces had come to stop this ride
And Ra brushed the last powder on Good John's boots
So he could handle the speed and fight men with suits
Good John stood and faced the army, drawing his blade
Which now glistened a dark obsidian shade
As the first solider dropped down, Ra sliced him in two
The nanobots turned his blood to petroleum true
He splashes the oil on the solider's necks like a murderous vandal
And strikes his blade against the train, like a match to light a candle
The trail of oil turns to fire instantly
Lighting a flame noose around their necks brilliantly
They choke as they burn, their corpses incinerated
Good John laughs with raw evil, truly exhilarated
Just then three jets in a V formation scream in from above
Which gave Good John an idea about how these birds he could dispose of
Drenching his blade with more blood turned to oil
He splatters the stuff on the jets like an ignition coil
Striking his blade against the steel on the train
The 3 jets exploded, their pilots screaming in pain
The train would near its final destination soon
To get back in the train John knew it was opportune
As Good John returned to the train's interior
He couldn't help but feel rather superior
Ra announced to the crowd that they would all be free before long
Free, too, of the treachery the Leader had planned all along
Inside the UN building, the Leader had spoken
Of world peace eternal and always unbroken
Of course, to the leader, this was naught but a joke
It was world peace under HIM of which he spoke
But when the Leader saw, speeding at him 500 miles an hour
The bullet train which rode towards him with unbridled power
He realized what happened when just two people united
To bring peace to the WHOLE world would be rather shortsighted
The crunch against the wheels confirmed the Leader was roadkill
Good John and Ra's victorious laughter was indeed rather shrill
The train sped past the headquarters, leaving only rubble in its wake
Crashing through all that cement didn't even cause the engine to brake
The crowd screamed some more as they headed towards the sea
With no sign of stopping, it seemed Ra broke his guarentee
He quickly showed, them, however, that there was no need to worry
He activated the evacuation systems in a hurry
Like popcorn, the people popped out of the train
With parachutes to ensure on they'd land safely on plain
But Good John and Ra stayed on the ship
It seemed they were in for a death trip
Their pursuers chased faster, more fast cars and jets
Their nearing the ocean caused Good John to break out in sweats
"Just what are you doing, Ra, can't you see?"
"Have you lost your mind? We're approaching the sea!"
"Have faith, Good John, calm down and watch."
"I assure you our plan I have no intent to botch."
The train leapt into the ocean, and left nothing to chase
Their pursuers stopped suddenly, feeling utter disgrace
"One day, we'll catch those bastards, I swear it!"
Said the hardboiled Commander Thomas McTalbit
(Part 5: The Pope)
Meanwhile, Good John had thought Ra had truly gone crazy
Letting the train sink into the ocean would be kindly called lazy
Ra pushed a button once more, however
Showing his mind to still be quite clever
The same force which had changed the train before
Had now turned the vehicle into a submarine and more
Comfortable seats and a bench for Ra to steadily work on
Ra took out the pistol and powder and worked dusk to dawn
When finished, he showed the pistol to Good John
It was ivory in color, with several numbers etched on
"0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8"
Ra proceeded to explain this trait
"You should always have a contingency plan."
Started Ra, his explanation began
"Let's just say that if things go wrong..."
"I will force this whole wide world to play along."
For the first time, Good John saw in Ra
The same darkness he held in his heart so raw
He shrugged it off, however, and asked,
"What of the Pope, of our targets last?"
Ra's teeth shone, as bright as the sun
"Good John, my boy; it's already done."
Meanwhile, in China, the emporer reads a document dump
Sent to them expressly, by one "Agent Trump".
The proof is perfect, it can't be some strange fluke
The US plans to attack China, with a huge nuke!
The emporer was furious, the U.S. he cursed
He decided, if anything, he was going to strike first
He gave the order, the nuke sent flying away
Towards America, but then oddly started to stray
We now turn towards the Vatican, where the Pope does reside
To the top of the tower, he and his choir stride
The Pope smiles, his lips curl as wide as he would dare
With the other world kings, this world he needn't share
His absolute control over the religions of people
Means the world is subservient to the church with the steeple
Though The Pope thought it strange to see, in the sky
A dark cloud looming. It's not going to rain, so why?
Strange as well was of one choir member
Why she would beep, he could not remember
And so the secret worshippers of Horus
Began to sing their heavenly chorus
"Haaaaaaark the Heraaaaaald Aaaaangels, siiiiiiing!"
"Glooooryyy toooo, the newborn Kiiiing!"
It was then, as the nuke fell from above
Did the Pope of his end become aware of
Just before he witnessed the radiant light
Did he realize hell burns a nuclear white
The mushroom cloud erupts from the tower
Destroying the symbol of religion's power
In God's protection, they could have faith no more
'Twas the message that sounded, with the nuclear roar
(Part 6: Born Crying)
Watching the explosion from their new home
(Another abandoned base, shaped like a dome)
Our two heroes cheered, their goals at last complete
They couldn't believe they'd accomplished this feat
When all of a sudden, out of the blue
Came Commander Thomas McTalbit's crew
They surrounded Good John and Ra from every side
Their only option for survival was to hurry inside
So the military chased them through the labyrinthine maze
Seeking to bring a bullet-filled end to their days
Good John and Ra fought until they came to a dead end
Army men not far behind, just around the bend
Good John escaped, leaping up to a wall
Waiting for a chance to have a man to maul
Ra brandished the pistol with many a strange number
Pointed it to his head, as though embracing death's slumber
Envisioning what would happen, he swallowed and began to snigger
But the men with guns shot him before he could pull the trigger
Good John leapt down and cut their heads off
Rushing to Ra, who was bleeding with a cough
And so from Ra to Good John, from man to man
A bloody, heartrending scene began
"Good John...thank you for coming with me on this crazy trip."
Said Ra as he handed, weakly, Good John the pistol grip
"If you've ever believed in anything we've fought for, then I have one last request."
"Put the gun to your head and pull the trigger.", said Ra, his last breath leaving his chest.
And so it was for the first time ever in his life
That Good John felt truly honest strife
For his only friend had told him with breath last
To end his own life with one final pistol blast
With first tears in his eyes, Good John began to run
His true brother dead, his life entirely undone
He cut through the hordes that were chasing him down
Sorrow weighing on his head as the heaviest crown
At last as he remembered his friend's final words he stopped
His sword from his mighty grip at last dropped
With much sweat he placed the gun to his skull
His sadness far too leviathan to lull
His finger pulled the trigger hard
The bullet penetrates his brain guard
The slug burrows through his brain to the seat of his soul
And from within begins to expand a white hole
With numbers 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, and 13
This was the power of the Fibonacci Machine
The men turned the corner, firing bullets brutal
Their firepower, however, was utterly futile
The orb swallowed the bullets, continuing to grow fast
The men were swallowed, their escape couldn't outlast
The white hole, it seemed, continued to grow
Nothing could stop it, it wouldn't even slow
The news soon reported, of a military base destroyed
By some cosmic abberation, the all-consuming void
All virtue; compassion, truth, generosity and love
Was swallowed by the world-eating sphere we speak of
It swallowed cities, then nations, then a whole hemisphere
Those rich enough to flee did, the others stayed "here".
So the richest souls alive spent their last moments as such;
Huddled on an iceberg in the antarctic, money as their crutch
The Earth was finished and then mars was done
Venus, then Mercury, and finally the Sun.
Every planet and every star
Fell victim to this cosmic scar
To the universe's farthest edge
Did the Fibonnaci Effect dredge
Consuming all within its wake
Good John did at last awake
So it was through loyalty undying
Even God was born crying
(The End)
