dripfeeder

"When there are no more trees to cut down who will whisper to the wind.
When the streams have dried up who will caress the lonely moutain.
The day is coming when the thirsty dirt will recieve no rain
and the hallow winds will scream in vain.
When the bells crack their final sigh
and doomsday seems oh so nigh.
Where will we be? our footsteps erased from this barren land
A forgotten civilization buried beneath the sand.
The oceans will churn and swallow the ships
the skies will burn like scarlet rose hips.
Wolves will no longer report to the moon
and no ear shall hear the seranading loon.
For earth hath dried up, life has left here,
and shalt not be found far or near.
Rember the days archaic they may be
when the moon was our cheer and the sun helped us see.
The world spun silently and showed us the way
but we were blind to her vision and earthly dismay.
The skies are all red and burning with hate
the seas have blackened reflecting our fate.
An eternal slumber has befallen our race
simply regifted our digust and disgrace.
Sadistically lubricious orgy of death
decrying decaying order of breath.
A putrid decree from a blind tyrant
an infintile order of snivelling sycophants.
Eternal eclipse of hope and of truth
the future is dead and so are our youth.
Powerless leech feeding on others
the fire of life will slowly be smothered.
Out on the sea where white caps brew
and here inland we stoke the devils brew.
The eye of the storm winks a final eye
As the earth heaves and thousands die.

Are these days coming indeed!!
Or may we change course lest we take heed!!!"


and now a moment of zen and detox from guts pie earshot