Nothing New Poem by Gamaliel Scipio

Of which new
Story
Would someone
try and tell
Maybe the beauty
of heaven
Even the ugly
horrors
awaiting in hell
there is nothing new
It's rather easy
I pray that earth’s
People would arise
Exorcise that curse
Rebuke the myth
Remove themselves

From under that

spell
What’s presently here
has already long been
What is coming around
Was from the first spin
For any door
To be opened

A door must first
Be in place
If there was no end
To all earth's oceans
Mankind would never
have came ashore
At this time they
would have already
been an entirely
different race!
If you know
what I mean.
Nothing New!