The clouds are too close to the ground
The mist is far too thick around
Muted ambience, gray sound
Aerated metal snows down
Missing stars amidst the mist
We find our souls adrift
The lid of our world doesn’t exist
So we float out into the abyss
Our place in the universe forgotten
Remember, we are children. Gaia begotten
But our home has become a coffin
The air we breathe has turned rotten
Smothered mother nature
We put a goddess to pasture
And ***** her corpse with rapture
Only to apologize after
Oh please father Ouranos
Though our souls be salacious
With your heavenly shield protect us
From Ra the voracious
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 3:42 PM UTC