The Sun’s Son ISON

The people have their heads in the sand,
the message is before them clearly to see,
ignorant bliss is all they understand,
they’ll only realize when there’s no place left to flee.

The Earth’s polarity is shifting and when it does,
the equator and poles shift position as well,
the poles contract and the ice sheets detach just because,
the belt shifts position and the new equator swells.

When the ice sheet slips into the ocean,
a surge will occur on each and every beach,
what once was still will experience motion,
there will be no place to run or anyplace safe to reach.

ISON is glowing and getting brighter,
his father the Sun is flaring with mass ejection,
on November 19 our nights will become brighter,
prepare yourselves for self protection.

When the lights go out the people will riot,
food and water will be out of reach,
there are camps waiting to keep everyone quiet,
stay away from fault lines and anywhere near a beach.

The ominous darkness approaches us all,
the plight of humanity is about to rapidly fall,
brighter than the daylight while next to the moon,
there is nowhere to run and ISON is coming soon.

The clock is ticking slower as the Sun’s son approaches,
time is not what it was or what you thought it to be,
most if humanity will become cockroaches,
I want to make it to the other side just so I can see.

There is nobody there in which to say goodby,
nobody waiting anxiously for my return,
nobody to miss me while I’m away,
no one to sit by my side as we watch the Earth burn.