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Thunder in the distance
Zephyr in the sky
Once upon a time I was told,
Everyone will die.
Scarecrow shudders
At the sound of thunder,
As the tides rise the children cry
And the ravens lie
In pools of blood beneath
The knees of the tainted.
Faces covered in red nightmares,
Only bare where tears have cleaned,
Leaving in their wake but only hopes
Of good dreams.
Pages of life gone up in flame,
When smoke fades it will be the same day
Never changing, yet only growing
Into something no one will ever imagine.

For how can one predict the past?
Windmills turn in fields of famine,
Marking the bareness of the now new earth.
How could the world bleed?
How could the world cry?
Some dark monster gobbled it up
Leaving not a drop in his cup.

Oceans of blood,
A black tide,

Somewhere the poison reached behind.
Not striking until last

Leaving nothing alive…
Nothing Left.
And all the water was tainted,
All the air painted purple,
All the blood spilled and sipped,
Until only the microbes were left.
Small insignificant and meaningless pieces
Of a once great society,
Left to ponder the earth.

Thunder in the distance
Zephyr in the sky
Once upon a time I was told,
Everyone will die.





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FangPoet said...
Oct. 8, 2011 at 4:32 pm
Wow very intese i was impressed. :D
 
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