The atmosphere of death
Glooms upon close future eons
Apparitions of a once gallant hope
Flurry in razor filled density
As moors of blood
Becomes Earth’s abortion
Ah, Dragons vilely attack
Wearing crowns of bones
Tearing into their over indulging appetites
Glories of creature made storms
As crimson mist
Becomes the melting
We all have been warned of
All life starts evaporating away
Bodies built up of flesh forming mountains
Volcanic explosions
As the temperature rises
Sweltering and sweltering
More and more and more
Barren becomes the land
Every mile. Foot and inch
Succumbing to a genocidal plague
That was all manmade Humanity
We are the Dragons
That have burned this world away
Yet, There is still a glimmer of hope
Our greed, Our differences must cease at once
Unite, let us fight against our own inner beasts
And try making this world a better place
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
5/6/09
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Love this one! We do indeed need to "grow-up" as a species.
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