A poem about nature, and it's inherent hostilities toward life. We must band together and be one people if we hope to survive this universe...
I can take a word or two,
And paint a picture just for you.
Tell you how the holy mountains,
Reach to heights of chosen few.
Tell you how the misty peaks,
Listen to us as we speak,
The icy snow is judging us,
And finding out that we are weak.
The trees upon the mountainside,
Are growing taller as we hide.
They're unprovoked and broken wild,
A wilderness that won't abide.
The blue-gray sky above the earth,
Is swirling and giving birth.
The nexus of our own demise,
Clouds that show our lowly worth.
Mother nature's in control,
And taking back what we all stole.
From planets to the universe,
Destruction is her only goal.
Devour to survive,
Eat to stay alive,
Destroy all life within the stars,
And smash this human hive.
We aren't seeing what we should,
We see the bad without the good.
We see the death of all of us,
Underneath a darkened hood.
It's pointing bony fingers,
As we only stay and linger,
In the back of our minds,
A melodic troupe of singers.
Singing of the end of days,
The end of our destructive ways,
The force of nature overwhelming,
Killing us as we decay.
To conquer nature is the task,
A reason all would have to bask,
In glory at the end of time,
No longer held behind a mask.
No limitations to our souls,
As we fill our earthly roles.
No sights unseen throughout existence,
Through the galaxies so cold.
But we're heading toward destruction,
Through murderous and cold corruption.
We're making our end of days,
A final black seduction.
To survive we must unite,
And show reality our might.
Strive to take this curiosity,
And see our race take bold new heights...
