No Alternate

They have been increasing garbage in the underworld, And have been waiting for an Angel to come as a sweeper, Once in a century the sweeper comes as a thunder-world, And goes back to skies leaving earth looking a bit cleaner, Though I was born in an era when the human shaped devils Met on a ship and declared, in future there would be no war, But soon they started excreting the same old dirty evils, Here's a microscopic molecule of protein, unconquered so far! What a death we shall face what a life we had got! Who will survive and who will be changed again in the clay! Probability is unconcerned; it's time that's running the slot, Both are on the same disc with the fair and with unfair play. What a true lover I am O God, O Satan salute me today, I don't know whether nature has or it has no alternate, Seventy five goals against me still I run and still I play, As I have no alternate and I accept it as my written fate!