The ResetA Poem by Pickletheplacid
We began, insignificant, born to early times,
Nomadic, living to every season, Natural wonders becoming spirit gods. In time, unannounced, slightly significant we fed generations, Critical mass bled design and function, Monumental creations with unknown purpose.
Wars rage in continuum, the governing accepted to monster with no attempt for resolution, We are at the beginning of the end,
City sized funeral pyres will darken the day, Take refuge and defend or feed the rivers of blood.
Nomadic, living to every season, Natural wonders becoming spirit gods… © 2015 Pickletheplacid |
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Added on August 17, 2015 Last Updated on August 17, 2015 Author
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