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The Monster


For we were once
The Beloved ones,
Now look upon
What we've become
The sky is clouded
With the Smoke of our oldest
Not to be alleviated
By even our boldest
The Forest, wizened with age
Is bound here by this decaying cage,
Like a murderer we come
With bloodied knife
We seem determined to prolong their strife
We destroy
What shields us from
The vengeful rays
Of Morning Sun
We take and take
But know not to give
To this dying planet
On which we live.
Comfort always made the rescue, we always hoped "for the best". I'll burn this with torches, and drown in my consideration
"You are far too squishy to ever be feared." White.
Last edited by Morgan; 09-22-2010 at 02:12 AM.
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