Out of the mists and into the burning fires
Time is frozen in the mist
While it races with a fury among the flames
Consuming everything it touches
Ash and dust remain of the past
Laying there to be blown into yesterday
Fertilizing tomorrow for those who remain
If any
Black smoke will rise to the heavens
Bringing night to day for a thousand year
A thousand more of rain and snow
As dark clouds shed their burning tears
Covering the earth with a filthy blanket
Knitted by greedy fingers
Bought by the ambitious
Paid for by the innocent
Night ruled for a millennia
Before the sun burned a hole in to have a peek
Bringing a new dawn to dieing sunset
A new beginning
Petrified behind a sheet of cold glass
The past hides from the future
Waiting to be unleashed once more
To walk the face of a new earth
Lush and full of life
Rising out of the ashes
Blades of green pierce the gray dust of time
Hiding the past from virgin eyes
Until someone digs it up to start it all over again
Walker
Friday, June 11, 2010
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3 comments:
Dooms Day.... coming soon, or already here? :)
I've never had petrified thoughts, but I HAVE seen petrified dog shit before.
Circle of life here!
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