The Devil inside the calendar 🗓

The day and hour it changed becoming a paper boat

On to the still ponds water washing up to the crying fowl

Becoming a discarded news paper carrying the gossip and news

War began yonder from where it rose 🥀  a idea the Devil seized 

With or without the reason for humanity the existence to exist poised

So the other quantitative numbers are what does wars casualties add to

Present day the Country is in space where the Devil crossed the dark divide

Becoming a candle without flame emerging from a darken side of a greying fantasy

Our touchdown on Mars and search left less than clear “ Opportunity’s , last message

In searching the desert ruins of Mars a dark storm from another side of space made way

For more than a dark month of raging swirling dust storms the message from Opportunity was

The dust storm darkening the solar batteries losing power ad lib no wiper blades, battery failing

So did the paper tiger well that’s what I think with all the photoshopping separating fact

And fiction, entering my Sci,fi fantasy as a suggestion for the truth or drawing your opinion as 

Given the beginning in some part somewhere what began in the darkest times to the surprise 

A ray of light entered into the Devils Lair now this comes out in real parlance, UFO clarification 

Or left to gather dust or roll in the winds of fate.