
A short possibly unfinished poem written from the viewpoint that all technological, sociological, and political systems should be destroyed, granting humanity to a supposedly peaceful existence, living more in tune with the land... It's a strange concep
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Words: 112 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 03-11-08 - id: 2487774
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Battle Hymn of the Terracrat
Let no dust settle and no temple stand
Let no rust meddle in the life of man
Let Earth be earth and taste the rain
Let human madness flood the vain
Accept no foreign pain
The clockwork death machine can no longer remain
We must walk alone in this land
The hands of the dead keep reaching for our souls
Disguised as a future so pleasant and bold
No lie can hide the terror they've caused
Now that their treason has gotten this far
There's no hope in the stars
We must set things right to cut this loss
Or else our story's told
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