Gray and brown
Both in drab concert
A bleakness has come down
Duller than the desert
The robins sing its praise
Through early morning haze
As mankind bats an eye
And sees not what is nigh
So rise up in delight
At your self-wrought blight
Prepare your choicest mode of slaughter
While winged dunes take flight
Voices rolling in meaningless laughter
And now proclaim your victory
Over Mother Nature, see
How humbly, on her bended knee
She worships you sarcastically
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2 comments:
*snaps, more snaps*
nice.
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