Tuesday, April 12, 2011

INSURGENCY II. The Earth Cries in Warning

Peace, peace shall not prevail!
We are the trees and the grass.
Our souls are not used to the noise.

A beast of artificial design,
The most unnatural and murderous,
Crawls across our lonely plain.

The shades of panic grow within us.
They sprint for the great city!
The most unnatural pulses spurn.

An anthem of destruction beckons.
Syncopation and articulation growl.
Our peace starts to mutate and bend.

The people of the Gothic city!
What untold crime shall they bear!
What shame the grass cannot forewarn!

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