Loveless... Marc Mac More is what we need! As we await sister Suns arrival, child stars youll listen to my tale, please stay. As it was told to me by my sister afar. Earth her name and this, this is her story: Sister Moon hear me now, I feel my end too soon, too soon! My wounds are deep, gaping, unhealing Cant believe, refused to believe my children had no feelings for me. See them sealing a fate of early death and destruction, watch my my foolish daughters and sons, as they kill me, slowly kill me, quicker kill me. Theyve loved me as would an unfaithful lover, part-time and half-assed, Now unmasked is their deceit. No more sweet, sneaky thrill seekings. Tomorrow brings nevers and nothings. Ended days for my world and its unchanging ways. Now, apocalyptic truths of revelations hasten our omega my childrens and mine. Each time my breath, skin and tears are polluted and poisoned by their careless games and toys and this is only the beginning of my childrens sinning. My power is fading. You suck, brother, mother earths now a plaything for the ungrateful child, so cold. Ten billionfold, my tears. I long for the once adoring embrace of my children their prayers, their care and tenderness has now turned loveless The embrace now an anacondas grip unmerciful and swift swift with the killing. Killing is a sport Fun with fire and my wondrous rainforests reflect the neglect they have for their main source. They slaughter their sibling blossoms and beasts like the first murderer, Cain, their pure sister oceans will never be the same due to daily spoil and brother skys choked from oil refinery factory smoke Your mother earth found me, dying, note whos crying now. My power is fading. You suck, brother, mother earths now a plaything for the ungrateful child so cold. Ten billionfold, my tears. But Ill continue to spin, until my curious home sapien offspring pay the price for their sins against my tainted tears, my breathless breath and once-fertile skins My sons are million-murderers. They kill - I kill one million plus. I never wanted to hurt my children but our creator makes me take revenge. Its the circle of life - or at least, it was. But now its the end. No, no its too late for repentance, accept your death sentence. Ive given you all I can. Such beauty and life youll never have again. Now its the end. Now its the end. Now its the end. Now its the end.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 16:42:14 +0000
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