SLIR poem: wasted space

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Were all here
The prophecy is near
The time is coming
It is the summoning

 

 

And we’ll be…..
Wasted space
The human race
Faster pace
But lost its grace
Fell on its face
It’s always the case
This time will replace
All our disgrace
Ready and embrace
He’ll touch base
With us in place
We’ll retrace
Mistakes we displaced
Then we plead our case

 

 

Time is here
Or somewhere near
It you will hear
Do not fear
Give it a cheer
Free and clear
Not another tear
Light will appear
A day so dear

 

 

We are so wrong
All along
Hear my song
The bell sounds *dong*
Hit the gong

 

The alarm will go
Then we know
Time for the show
We all sink low
No one will say no
 

It calls to you

And you pursue
Leave your ground
And search around
 

 

You’ll find it soon
Or it will find you

Let it so
Resistance wont work
 

 

Free your mind
Of all wasted breath, fun, space, and time
Let it all go
And enjoy the show

 

 

 

Wasted space