by Christopher Welsch

Created on: October 31, 2009   Last Updated: November 03, 2009

She Will Counterstrike


Woeful mother waits in eroding caves
To throw our sullied fates into graves
Mere humanity starts to slowly shave
Pouring down sorrowful, abhorred tears
Ignoring those increased kindled fears
Dwindling this archaic, split atmosphere

Smoldering air emits from her frail lungs
Choking foolish elders and their young
Modern day tension lacerated and stung

Causing chaos when they quietly sung
Praises of inventions with slurred tongues
Eclipsed machines misguided and sprung
For death's breath to escape human lungs

As finished people enflame her woods
Executioner equips her baneful hood
We withstood climates while we could
Despite diminishing lakes and woods
Without direction's change, like we should
She'll refuse to diffuse her placed hood
When bruising nations foresee no good

While flirting and squirming with science
Alliances fade, motioning for defiance
Turning tapered trees to stained paper
Repeat deceitfulness in air and vapor
Draining Earth, void of her compliance
Straining disdain and essential reliance

Due to what sedated Earth must heave
Desecrated reality reaches final eve
Since we decided to divide and leave
Retain no mercy or subsided reprieve
Capriciously cleaving closer bereave

She'll return inflictions without grieve
Her satisfaction to relieve and receive
Mindless souls showing feeble naivety
No mankind to perceive and believe
Her solace achieved as fate is weaved

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