I've heard Gaia
terra firma too
clay, dust, and loam
dirt, ground, and zoo
Names don't really matter
she'll be here, when we're gone
maybe, a little flatter
features now, redrawn
The world, as realty
was never really owned
holding deeds and properties
and places, some call home
When Gods and demons blink
they don't wonder why, or when
no reason to ponder, or even think
mankind, could ever win
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC
I've heard Gaia
terra firma too
clay, dust, and loam
dirt, ground, and zoo
Names don't really matter
she'll be here, when we're gone
maybe, a little flatter
features now, redrawn
The world, as realty
was never really owned
holding deeds and properties
and places, some call home
When Gods and demons blink
they don't wonder why, or when
no reason to ponder, or even think
mankind, could ever win
We are that blink, in history :)
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