I had the worst nightmare of my life last night
awoke with a migraine sweating and white
a painful dreadful evil unsettling dream
where monsters pursued an awful scheme
In a distant country of sun and dust
warped parodied men followed their lust
hunting down all beasts they see
to gather for meat and misery
I was trapped in a giant metal machine
a factory of pain made so obscene
fire would spout and burn the trees
and bring the forest to its knees
all of the creatures ran in fear
as this evil killing thing came near
pipes ****** smaller creatures in
the screaming still I hear within
The horrors that I dreamed run on
I hope they fade and soon are gone
two images I can't forget
forever in my eyes are set
A baby elephant ****** up whole
and screaming in the tube poor soul
its mother trying still to fight
but crushed beneath the iron might
And from the burning bushes ran
a baby warthog fast as it can
but no hope for the poor wee beast
its leg torn off god how it bleeds
Where do dreams like this come from
and why do memories linger on
dark vision of a distant time
our future race's final crime
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 1:20 AM UTC
I had the worst nightmare of my life last night
awoke with a migraine sweating and white
a painful dreadful evil unsettling dream
where monsters pursued an awful scheme
In a distant country of sun and dust
warped parodied men followed their lust
hunting down all beasts they see
to gather for meat and misery
I was trapped in a giant metal machine
a factory of pain made so obscene
fire would spout and burn the trees
and bring the forest to its knees
all of the creatures ran in fear
as this evil killing thing came near
pipes ****** smaller creatures in
the screaming still I hear within
The horrors that I dreamed run on
I hope they fade and soon are gone
two images I can't forget
forever in my eyes are set
A baby elephant ****** up whole
and screaming in the tube poor soul
its mother trying still to fight
but crushed beneath the iron might
And from the burning bushes ran
a baby warthog fast as it can
but no hope for the poor wee beast
its leg torn off god how it bleeds
Where do dreams like this come from
and why do memories linger on
dark vision of a distant time
our future race's final crime
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