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My poem about the environment
Contributed by
Incognito_Bombastus
on
Wednesday, 13th May 2009 @ 04:06:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
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My poem about the environment.
Playtime is over Now the game begins
We've burnt Edens gardens, corroded, denuded choked in smoke We blindly panic, grasping manic. Look around the hills are aflame Rebounding, in echoes all our names, The everlasting shame of the lost frontier A flame scattered like ashes amoung distant ruins of civilisations forever.
Playtime is over Now the game begins The invasion of a generation As each child shall pay its fathers sins.
The earth is fevered with the diseases of men, the idols lie cracked and broken. The temple is stored and the money changed The whip cracks on the slaves arranged. The fevered planet does moan Under beohemoths strength and its infernal Engines groan.
Playtime is over Now the game begins, A fine balanced future On the head of a pin.
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Incognito_Bombastus
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2009-05-13 16:06:24] (Date/Time posted on
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