When it’s done (a poem)

Smashed an orange world grows round
trashed strange new swirls thrown down
thoughts to the blue Earth
empower what’s worth
lotta mirth
goes profound

Clashed just whole continents bled
stars shined and green things grew dead
evolving the dumb
an immortal sum
waiting numb
where it led

Spirit eternal ever is fast
thermodynamics never last
progress to the one
God’s eternal Son
when it’s done
Jesus saves.