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Father Time wanted the future. Mother Earth begged him to stop. Bleeding, hurting, dying inside, And Father still turned the clock. Mother Earth gave us compassion. Father took it away. He argued it was too old fashioned, And that compassion was too mundane. Father Time gave us sinful, skinful pleasure. Mother Earth pleaded against so. She knew it'd make her baby sick. It'd make time fly out the window. Mother gave us crystal waters. Father dried all the lakes. Father Time, some figure head father We're to believe he doesn't make mistakes. Father Time is our god. So we should all believe in him. Mother Earth will no longer nod. She knows our god has sinned. Mother Earth isn't stable. Mother's choking last breaths, Begging for another choice Father knows she is unable, He lets  women have no voice. Cutting her down For the last Heartmolding Time, That awful man Cruelly ended Something so divine, Mother Earth was mine. And now? I cannot find her. Father spun her purely out of existence. Father of it all, Cackling still, This ************* persistence Of death I hear my earth wilt.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
The Ballad of Mother Earth and Father Time
Father Time wanted the future. Mother Earth begged him to stop. Bleeding, hurting, dying inside, And Father still turned the clock. Mother Earth gave us compassion. Father took it away. He argued it was too old fashioned, And that compassion was too mundane. Father Time gave us sinful, skinful pleasure. Mother Earth pleaded against so. She knew it'd make her baby sick. It'd make time fly out the window. Mother gave us crystal waters. Father dried all the lakes. Father Time, some figure head father We're to believe he doesn't make mistakes. Father Time is our god. So we should all believe in him. Mother Earth will no longer nod. She knows our god has sinned. Mother Earth isn't stable. Mother's choking last breaths, Begging for another choice Father knows she is unable, He lets  women have no voice. Cutting her down For the last Heartmolding Time, That awful man Cruelly ended Something so divine, Mother Earth was mine. And now? I cannot find her. Father spun her purely out of existence. Father of it all, Cackling still, This ************* persistence Of death I hear my earth wilt.
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lunamoonbug
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lunamoonbug
24/F/North Carolina/California
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
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