by Arik Fletcher
Years are racing in a daze,
Each step takes us further in,
Months are blurring in the haze,
Each breath draws another in,
Days are growing shorter still,
Each star dimming in the night,
Hours fading in the spill,
Each soul moving to the light,
Minutes wasted like a crime,
Each life that we hold so dear,
Seconds ticking down the time,
Each heart knows the end is near.
According to Sumerian cuneiform stone tablets and writings that are 6,000 years old, Nibiru is known as the Planet of the crossing. Nibiru is also believed to be what Astronomers call Planet X….