lookin all around
a city made of the ups and downs...
from a person with a wallet with a distinctive frown
just realised that what he made
was a private paradise lost of a town
highway roads with cracks and holes
anutha object from us that is impure
sluts and hoes all lined in a row
hah! whats there for them all to show?
a sky in green not of natural causes
but of human waste and animal resources
towers of rotten metal along with soulless windows
along with the people who live in these effluent sin flows...
a window glows
as far as the eye has seen
in a manner of that which cannot have been
a blind angel inside is ready to be free
carrying the seed of a thousand old tree
ducks away into the darkness
times up, the crimes up
clock reaches zero as she flies up
throws the seed into the horizon , the dragons den
and with her eyes they open
and its dark again....
ummm guys? this poem was kinda forced cause i was bored and i was killing time so i could watch south park...but writing this has made me realise a couple of things....its never too late to plant a tree and save the earth until we can get in2 heaven n wreck that all we want..........and can linkin park sue for usin some of their lyrics and style from 'forgotten'? we'll find out soon if this poem goes global......cyas....