The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Monday, September 20, 2010

Cast From The Sky.



Thrown down on bare earth
Cursed and spat upon.
Forgotten.

Left in the dark, to claw at the mud.
Eating worms and breathing smoke.
Desperation and wide eyes.

Arms, once muscled and strong,
Reduced to sticks.
Thin and weak.

Tears roll down the face.
To be so audacious as to ask.
For freedom.

But with these feelings,
Come anger.
Anger so strong to burn a soul to nothing.

Despoil what you cannot enjoy!
Ruin the earth for all!
"None for I, None for any!"

Death! Death to the world!
Creation cannot be mine.
It shall be No Ones!

If I am to burn,
So shall burn all,
I shall be the great destroyer.


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