The demons are after me,
Endeavouring to dwindle all my super powers Enshrined in my soul. But I, I reconcile fragmented pinions Powered with world of words, dreams,love and hope, Now no malign souls, Aren't after me, As I have turned myself into a fire, My pinions into a universe, And my soul, A rebel.
And I have became a girl with wings of fire
The man said look there
and the skies went red, He pointed directly as the many fell dead. Is this now his quiet words added in. The legacy from a world full of sin. A long, long, long, time ago it is said. Even before humanity ever raised it's head. The world had a soul, the tempo was nice. In fact it was a real paradise. Simple creatures knew that life was rough. They also knew when enough was enough. And although they sometimes had to **** it was just to survive. Never for the thrill. That curse came later and when it began the name of this curse, the arrival of man. And so it has gone millennia has past and the world that we've ruined is not going to last. So here it starts, plagues on the street. And people are falling down dead at my feet. Trying to run, driving their car but with nowhere to go they will not get to far. They mistreated this planet they maligned this place and now this planet earth is looking them in the face.
5th July 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
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