There Will Come A Time 2 Poem by Dalyn Cornell

There will come a time when we
will choose our own story end.
When we must change or perish,
when we must learn to bend.
When a rift is torn in reality
and time around us falls apart.
When our choices fork the road
and the unrevealed we must impart.

There will come a time when the Destroyer
will come knocking on our door.
When our survival is in our hands
and we must listen to those before.
When the past becomes the future,
when the beginning is the end.
When the Universe aligns to give us
the chance to start again.

There will come a time when Chaos
breathes new life into our world.
When through destruction comes salvation
and the next arc of the Spiral.
When we approach the Singularity,
the black hole of our fate.
When change moves like a freight train
and to reverse it is too late.

There will come a time when the Sun
will rise again with greater strength.
When the North becomes the South,
when change occurs at length.
When the Thirteenth comes to a close
and 26,000 begins once more.
When we line up with the Equator
and something awesome for us is in store.

There will come a time when the Tenth
circles back around to haunt us.
When what was wasted is remembered
and the before is only detritus.
When Gaia awakes and rises
and her vengeance makes us quake.
When what we deserve is our punishment
and what we’ve built has to break.

There will come a time when we collide,
when our accomplishments are our fall.
When our divisions tear the world apart
and we burn, one and all.
When we forget what is good in us
to embrace only the bad.
When cities crumble and books burn,
when the entire world has run mad.

There will come a time of Destiny
when we are the Harbingers of the New.
When the world is reformed by us alone
and the many grows from the few.
When it is Evolution or Diminution
and we are the ones who decide.
When Fate hands her burden to us
and in two our future will divide.

There will come a time when fire
will fall out of the sky.
When cities fall to ashes
and we can no longer live our lie.
When Nature resurrects itself
and our doom is our own fault.
When Mother Earth rises and defends herself
from our neverending assault.

There will come a time when the Sun
will rise and flare and storm.
When the Planets and the Center all line up
and in a row all burn.
When change spreads through the Galaxy
and Nibiru comes to call.
When Alpha becomes Omega
and the world as we know it falls.

There will come a time when the Earth
will lose what was thought to be sure.
When the Negative and Positive reverse
and the Absolute we must endure.
When metal falls from the sky
and our achievements, they all fail.
When Tiamat rears her ugly head
and our technology to no avail.

There will come a time when we
cannot halt Fate in motion.
When what was unknown is collective,
when it is Revolution and not a notion.
For this is the world in progress,
moving to the ticking of the Stars.
This is our chance to rise again,
to erase old mistakes and scars.

For there will come a time when we
are at the precipice of our existence.
When what we should be can only be achieved
through action, belief, and persistence.
When we are given what we do not deserve,
a Redemption we have not earned.
When the Heavens still believe that
from our bloody ways we can be turned.

There will come a time when we
must prove that we are worthy.
When we must show that we can save ourselves
from greed and hate and apathy.
When we are given one last shot
at becoming what we should.
When we are on our own
with our potential for bad or good.

And so the Future is given to us
to do with as we will.
We are the only Creators,
the bearers of the quill.
Our world must be reformed
in either death or dawning light.
We are the ones who will reach 100
or together descend into night.

To be given this gift is insane,
yet standing here we are.
And we have a rare chance
to accomplish something spectacular.
We must make good on this moment in time
and lift our potential to the sky.
For without this Evolution
the only future is to die.

I am not afraid of what is coming,
I believe that we can do it.
As one species we are bound
and only together will we get through it.
For there will come a time that is Now,
when every piece is part of the whole.
As one we will at last spread our wings
or finally forsake our soul.