Death of Nature
And so the skies cry;
As she sings her silent ballad;
The flowers wilt and die;
As her eyes turn pallid;
And so the mountains crumble;
As the poison sets in;
The storm then rumbles;
As her death begins;
And so the Earth is cracking;
As she lies in a golden coffin;
Life as we know it is burning;
As we live our lives in sin;
And now empty is the Earth;
Were we doomed since our birth?
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Aglaophonos
You don't know me. Even if you had met me you probably won't remember. And that's exactly as i planned it. I am unknown, yet my voice shall be heard. I am no one and everyone, I am the voice hidden within. I am the unheard stories left behind. Fear or respect i do not ask for either from anyone. All i ask is that you read my poetry and let my voice be heard.
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