The OPPOSITE OF Gravity

A poem about physics, religion and craziness.

I can't believe what's going on right now .

 The clouds. The clouds are falling. 

I don't know what to do now.

 The clouds. The clouds are falling.

 I can't believe my ears.

 They're landing loudly on the ground. 

I can't believe my eyes. 

They are falling from the sky.

 The Clouds. The Clouds are falling. 

They're falling in dozens. 

All the white puffy clouds.

 They're falling a top of buildings. 

They're falling all around.

 The clouds are falling. They're falling on the ground.


The angels. The angels are screaming.

 All sprained wings and broken necks.

 The angels. The angels are screaming.

 The survivors don't know what to do next.

 I can't believe my ears.

 Their voices going dim. 

All the priest are gathering around. 

They say the clouds  did them in. 


The demons. The demons are floating.

 Angry faces in the air. 

The demons.The demons are floating.

How or why I do not care.

They try to cling to the beams

They try but it seems

That it makes them float faster 

This day turned to such a disaster 

As  they float up to the sun and burn

Who knew the opposite of gravity was so absurd.

The End

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