Eclipse
Apprentice
It's not a matter of luck, it's just a matter of time.
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Post by Eclipse on May 2, 2004 0:24:48 GMT -5
Between the screams of children and their mothers’ We see our metallic science at its best. The rise of machines out of dust. We put our brains to rest.
The acrid smog chokes away itching to learn. Night destroyed, and my eyes now start to burn.
Rot away inspiration and the freedom to choose. The stench of lost knowledge gags my nose and throat. But what time do we have to break the mold? When to our jobs, our lives devote.
So, Destruction, spread your wings and smite those down below. Hurry before I revolt, shouting what we shouldn’t know.
Because voiced opinion is dangerous and threatening. I’ll scream ‘til I make your empire weak. Watch the marble crack and crumble. Smash me beneath your thumb. Haste! Before I speak!
So I’ll sit with hands laced in my lap, degradation of society. Stand up! Say your piece, if you wish to remedy.
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Post by T.J. Barber on May 3, 2004 14:23:42 GMT -5
very, very good. I enjoyed the rhyme and rhythym. Great job, Tj
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on May 3, 2004 19:08:21 GMT -5
eclipse, this was excellent, really enjoyed the read! The acrid smog chokes away itching to learn. Night destroyed, and my eyes now start to burn. great work! x rinna x
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