

                     So Many Tommorrows

Darkness peppers innocence in shady groves of doom.
The silk like strands of sanity depart their earthen looms.
Paradise a half grasped concept abandoned for the minute.
The bounds of human intellect warped beyond it's limit.

Creation cold and sterile stands locked in death's embrace.
Its children play the puppets in this everlasting race.
A toxic cloud of ignorance a symbol of our past.
Each coming generation is meant to be the last.

The Earth revolts, sickened by the poison rain.
It's innards shift, a mirror of it's pain.
Chunks of rock and ice a marker for its grave.
A lonely cosmic child that no one cared to save.

        -ap [visions of reality lit]

SAUCE00So Many Tommorrows                 Arturius Pendragon  CiA                 19940717Û  P                              