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[sid] => 86829
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The World...She's Tipping
[time] => 2005-03-08 07:16:38
[hometext] => I wasn't sure where to put this poem
[bodytext] => The world as we know it has begun to tip. Crumbling to pieces... Turning dark along the edges... Un winding and un raveling... Needles lost among the cracks, and pins that fall beneathe the creasing... Of some world we can't comprehend... The world...She's tipping. Twenty years ago it seams... Things we're going better then ever... Now although little time has past... The worlds aging faster... For we've sucked away it's youth... Nothing quite like organic power... We've taken all it was...and built up walls that tears it down... We praise eachother for our actions... As the forests all burn to the ground... The world...she's tipping. Build a fortress on the ocean, watch as it's peak dissapears into the raging water. Watch as these candles we light burn a hundred feet tall and set our souls on fire... Watch as we replace every real thing with fake things made in the realthings image... And puzzle and ponder when the fake things break down... The world...she's tipping... The world...She's fallen... The world...she's breaking... It has finall gotten far too late for us to turn around. DNB [comments] => 2 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 43 [informant] => ForeverAndADay [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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