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The headlines read, "Y2K to Happen in 2 Days"
People were searching for new ways to perform true praise
The Christians went to church, the Buddhists went to the temple
As I sat alone and tried to sort out my mentals
Scientists developed experimental solutions with only thirty-eight
Hours left and counting, death amounting in our worried state
The Cults awaited in wonder as adults created a number
Of excuses for their babies in case the sky seperated in thunder
All because they underestimated a blunder, the planet was in a panic
Had the population frantic chasing what they took for granted
As December 31st approached end, we standed lost and stranded
Everything quit moving when the Earth should've slanted
New Year's Day midnight, 2000 when chaos erupted
The order of Nature disrupted as our mind states became corrupted
Running in mass confusion, stuck in the last illusion
As buildings collapsed, we relapsed into unmasked delusion
Screams of fear broke the silence from an overload of violence
People were no longer valiant since Nature lost its balance
Greed replaced need, children started getting high off laced weed
Cities and towns burned to the ground at an unsafe speed
As some awaited a second coming, others had weapons gunning
The sound of death been drumming, I was expectin' nothing
But was facing my own wars, stress that made my dome sore
The forming lines of a poem swore that our homes were no more
Weeks later, the Aftermath, the final disaster passed
Thought it was a master wrath, I could be the last to laugh
My only conclusion is that we are lonely and ruined
It lets me know we are losin' when we dont know what we're doin'
Thousands to millions slaughtered, adults, children, daughters
All the killin' recorded, now rebuildin' is ordered
In one day, we ended more life than an eternity of gun play
It was ironic in some ways cause it happened on Sunday
A time when most minds are praying, instead crime and slaying
The awful cries replaying and in my mind they're staying
Plagued by nightmares of this war, what was it all for?
I stand at the shore of this wilderness but the trees don't more any more
© 2003 Joshua Stewart