The Reset

The Reset

A 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.

New age spawn purchase and religion,
Civilization rose to an almost apocalypse,
Greed and overpopulation the downfall in its unveiling,


We allow race to wither, children to soldier, slavery to exist,

Wars rage in continuum, the governing accepted to monster with no attempt for resolution,

We are at the beginning of the end,


Reset will rise in the form of a devils pandemic,

City sized funeral pyres will darken the day,

Take refuge and defend or feed the rivers of blood.


Those that emerge from martial law, insignificant, reborn to early times,

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