When mankind turn into vermin,
All that they deserve is famine,
For only in loss will they realize,
The value of the already lost prize.
There is no turning back for them,
The problem was rooted too deep to stem,
Though they may have once been a gem,
Tainted, they are less than disgusting phlegm.
A single year is all it takes,
Before a carefully built bridge breaks,
All that thanks not to dire quakes,
But merely to treacherous snakes.
Long seen through, your poorly played facade,
Perhaps you take me for a retard,
But just like you, I can put up an act,
But mine will end along with this contract.
Different people you now are,
Not the people we once knew,
But this change is in fact a scar,
That forces us to bid you adieu.
As clouds adopt a crimson shade,
Raining down a bloody cascade,
Revealing this unworthy crusade,
Unveiling hearts behind masquerades.
Time and nature has both revealed,
The string pullers behind the battlefield,
Oppression their idea of peace,
Assuming revolution will cease.
Let them continue this Endless Waltz,
Of war, peace and revolution,
Let them be blind to their victory false,
As we found a stronger resolution.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
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