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I look around, I stand alone on a moonlight road, all my own, I light a candle, hovered in front of me, the fields of grass, warm, and overgrown, I follow the trail of broken stones, made of barren lights so far away, the rocks, they whisper tired moans, my feet pass over like tomorrow on yesterday, I listen to the trees breathing with vanity, I hear the leaves talking to the breeze, It swirls around me, Oh, my Humanity! The devil is close, can you feel him? on the breathe of the homeless, On the sweet taste of sin, Global warming will make us globeless, For you, me, everything in the sea, That and more is what the trees tell me, The path grows wider, with newer stone, The future is ours, and mine alone, We see things differently, across the table, across the sea, without us Earth would heal, just another fossil in a tomb, sent to doom like those before us, All of the long necks and Tyrannosaurus, rest in the ground see the reality? despicable delinquents of DNA Throwing away what Mother Earth gave birth War proves we don't know our worth, The path reaches a fork what will you choose? for something meaningful to happen, it starts with you
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
The Faltered Path
I look around, I stand alone on a moonlight road, all my own, I light a candle, hovered in front of me, the fields of grass, warm, and overgrown, I follow the trail of broken stones, made of barren lights so far away, the rocks, they whisper tired moans, my feet pass over like tomorrow on yesterday, I listen to the trees breathing with vanity, I hear the leaves talking to the breeze, It swirls around me, Oh, my Humanity! The devil is close, can you feel him? on the breathe of the homeless, On the sweet taste of sin, Global warming will make us globeless, For you, me, everything in the sea, That and more is what the trees tell me, The path grows wider, with newer stone, The future is ours, and mine alone, We see things differently, across the table, across the sea, without us Earth would heal, just another fossil in a tomb, sent to doom like those before us, All of the long necks and Tyrannosaurus, rest in the ground see the reality? despicable delinquents of DNA Throwing away what Mother Earth gave birth War proves we don't know our worth, The path reaches a fork what will you choose? for something meaningful to happen, it starts with you
matthew-rousseau
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
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