Ghost in the CloudsA Poem by Vicarious Fieldog
Time is moving,
No sign of slowing, The doom timers goin down Robot faces Change the pace as We race along the line He watches, he waits For us to cave in on ourselves Burying too far into secrets As we dig and as we delve He waits he watches For the doom clock to strike twelve He watches, he waits As the blotches, are erased Never to return Taking lives, and testing fates Killing brothers, killing sons and killing fathers As they die to the sound Of our twisted cackling laughter He waits he watches For the doom clock to strike twelve He watches, he waits As the blotches, are erased Never to return Destroying the home, created for them Guardians gone slayers as they rip creatures from their dens beasts on two legs Flashes of light, flames that destory Again comes the cold sound of that evil laugh He waits he watches For the doom clock to strike twelve He watches, he waits As the blotches, are erased Never to return Never to return (x3) © 2011 Vicarious FieldogAuthor's Note
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Added on October 3, 2011 Last Updated on October 3, 2011 Author
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