The mountains would shine, Echoes
of their singing rung through the cities below,
Brilliant blue skies were never doubted, And
the hope of better things was never wished,
this world couldn't get much greater.
Childrens laughs filled the atmosphere
and shining sparks ruined the darkness of the nights sky
Hands were touched and glances were exchanged, Smiles
never faded and tears would never be shed.
Beauty defined the world and the people,
they would dazzle even the most bitter creature,
Love would last forever and could never be ruined.
Routine ruled, yet thats what made this planet brilliant,
how it maintained it's wonder and disbelief.
A child cries, and thats when it stops.
Beauty becomes a thing of the past
Swarms of evil swoop,
Buildings crumble, burn and die,
Screams now echo through the cities,
Tears fall and Love follows closely,
People are lost and hope begins to fade,
Fire grows, scaring, bullying people out of their homes,
Blood draining out, leaving men grey, Like
the sky the darkness had consumed,
Energy is lost, fighting back is pointless
Smoke starts to fill the atmosphere,
And the planet is ceasing to exist,
Cries of many mothers are heard,
Lifeless children in their arms,
Many wanting to live on
but the need to give in and perish, conquers,
This once-peaceful world will soon become forgotten or unknown,
A decision needs to be made,
Would you jeopardise your world in the hope the other may be
destroyed?
Be the killer of your own kind and the killer of your enemy?
The choice is made,
Sometimes you cannot escape the inevitable,
Sometimes things have to be done.....
Oct 25, 2009
Oct 25, 2009 at 12:23 PM UTC
The mountains would shine, Echoes
of their singing rung through the cities below,
Brilliant blue skies were never doubted, And
the hope of better things was never wished,
this world couldn't get much greater.
Childrens laughs filled the atmosphere
and shining sparks ruined the darkness of the nights sky
Hands were touched and glances were exchanged, Smiles
never faded and tears would never be shed.
Beauty defined the world and the people,
they would dazzle even the most bitter creature,
Love would last forever and could never be ruined.
Routine ruled, yet thats what made this planet brilliant,
how it maintained it's wonder and disbelief.
A child cries, and thats when it stops.
Beauty becomes a thing of the past
Swarms of evil swoop,
Buildings crumble, burn and die,
Screams now echo through the cities,
Tears fall and Love follows closely,
People are lost and hope begins to fade,
Fire grows, scaring, bullying people out of their homes,
Blood draining out, leaving men grey, Like
the sky the darkness had consumed,
Energy is lost, fighting back is pointless
Smoke starts to fill the atmosphere,
And the planet is ceasing to exist,
Cries of many mothers are heard,
Lifeless children in their arms,
Many wanting to live on
but the need to give in and perish, conquers,
This once-peaceful world will soon become forgotten or unknown,
A decision needs to be made,
Would you jeopardise your world in the hope the other may be
destroyed?
Be the killer of your own kind and the killer of your enemy?
The choice is made,
Sometimes you cannot escape the inevitable,
Sometimes things have to be done.....
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