We're Not Dead...Yet! (The Head Tribal Member, Female, From An Earlier Cycle, Post - Third Great Flood) Year Unknown

Feel the breeze,
At ease,
Not a sneeze or a wheeze,
But a tease,
Of what this life could be.

All in,
Though we have sinned
In this intended end.

Put a fork in it,
Because we will never win it.
Sent it,
A long time ago,
Special.

Kill the will,
The thrill,
As we all get ill
From the overdose to the human rights bill;

Never to feel,
All the unique thoughts.
There are no lucky salts,
To throw over the shoulder
As this world is starting
To burn, never to smolder.
Breath in! Breath out!
We’re still,
Thank…Our… God’s… will,
Roaming about.