O as I watch, waiting, wondering.
What has spawned this plague?
The mephitic clouds rise, all day,
joining the atmosphere.
A disease unleashed,
let out of the cage.
Allowed to frolic and rage, bringing thoughts to those already afraid.
Spreading further into the outskirts of the desolate plains.
Rapidly growing an apocalypse like a **** unable to pull from the root.
Only solution seem fit.
To continue to change our ways, and never quit,
or allow ourselves to fall into another mesolithic age.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
O as I watch, waiting, wondering.
What has spawned this plague?
The mephitic clouds rise, all day,
joining the atmosphere.
A disease unleashed,
let out of the cage.
Allowed to frolic and rage, bringing thoughts to those already afraid.
Spreading further into the outskirts of the desolate plains.
Rapidly growing an apocalypse like a **** unable to pull from the root.
Only solution seem fit.
To continue to change our ways, and never quit,
or allow ourselves to fall into another mesolithic age.
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