The Post-Apocalyptic Struggle

Witty · 06-16-2013, 03:08 PM

Disaster is the taste of the day, the world's wasting away
Corpses lay faceless, decayed...just the vultures and ravens remain
The hunters lay claim to their reign, sculptors of a frameless domain
Noone short of Satan could be saved from the flames
Demons soar with ease above the stormy seas
Immortal beasts here to torture, contort and freeze
Earth's core until she lays dormant ever more...deceased.

Our home lays convulsing in agony as a result of this travesty
Her exultance and majesty destroyed amongst the brutality
But deep in her soul something is happening
There's a force tunneling, travelling
Night has the right of way, but she fights for the light of day
And though most of her kids died, one tribe kept the knife at bay
Each and every night they fight to keep the fright contained
A heavy price to pay for survival where the Lions prey
They're Earth's last roll of the dice...Her final play

The angry clouds in the gray sky gather over the village
Spillage of blood overflows on the roads, a sobering image
But the soldiers fight to the death hoping the demons will leave
Men sacrificing their breath to win the freedom to breathe
They struggle because humanity failed, we lost connection
Tossed perfection aside, betrayed the earth and caused infection
We sought direction, tried to better life but just made it worse
We stripped it naked and raped it, then made it cursed
She lost the will to live, so then the demons invaded
Leaving her beaten, degraded...weeping, deflated
She asks for peace when she prays...
Or to at least be sedated
An Aboriginal tribe the only kid by her side, refusing to quit
Denying Lucifer's pit, determined not to loosen their grip
As demons close in, their might increases and grows
The people try to resist, but they're weak and exposed
Humanity weeps as the scarlet sky glows deep as a rose
Demons impose upon the last remaining men, castigating them
Raining disaster, rabid hate and laugh as they condemn
The beaten warriors fall to the ground, and pray to her soul
Tears create nutrition to awaken her, making her whole
As man and Earth reunite to fight the demons and beasts
The glow courses through the soldiers, as evil retreats
Blue skies break free, the gloom dies in the day's glee
Her smile is great, she's eating and breathing at last
She was always there to help us, we just needed to ask
It only took a tear, and now the World's First War's won
And man can finally reclaim the role of Earth's first born Son.

06-16-2013, 03:08 PM	#1
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,978 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 85235118	The Post-Apocalyptic Struggle The Post-Apocalyptic Struggle Disaster is the taste of the day, the world's wasting away Corpses lay faceless, decayed...just the vultures and ravens remain The hunters lay claim to their reign, sculptors of a frameless domain Noone short of Satan could be saved from the flames Demons soar with ease above the stormy seas Immortal beasts here to torture, contort and freeze Earth's core until she lays dormant ever more...deceased. Our home lays convulsing in agony as a result of this travesty Her exultance and majesty destroyed amongst the brutality But deep in her soul something is happening There's a force tunneling, travelling Night has the right of way, but she fights for the light of day And though most of her kids died, one tribe kept the knife at bay Each and every night they fight to keep the fright contained A heavy price to pay for survival where the Lions prey They're Earth's last roll of the dice...Her final play The angry clouds in the gray sky gather over the village Spillage of blood overflows on the roads, a sobering image But the soldiers fight to the death hoping the demons will leave Men sacrificing their breath to win the freedom to breathe They struggle because humanity failed, we lost connection Tossed perfection aside, betrayed the earth and caused infection We sought direction, tried to better life but just made it worse We stripped it naked and raped it, then made it cursed She lost the will to live, so then the demons invaded Leaving her beaten, degraded...weeping, deflated She asks for peace when she prays... Or to at least be sedated An Aboriginal tribe the only kid by her side, refusing to quit Denying Lucifer's pit, determined not to loosen their grip As demons close in, their might increases and grows The people try to resist, but they're weak and exposed Humanity weeps as the scarlet sky glows deep as a rose Demons impose upon the last remaining men, castigating them Raining disaster, rabid hate and laugh as they condemn The beaten warriors fall to the ground, and pray to her soul Tears create nutrition to awaken her, making her whole As man and Earth reunite to fight the demons and beasts The glow courses through the soldiers, as evil retreats Blue skies break free, the gloom dies in the day's glee Her smile is great, she's eating and breathing at last She was always there to help us, we just needed to ask It only took a tear, and now the World's First War's won And man can finally reclaim the role of Earth's first born Son. __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime. Last edited by Witty; 06-09-2015 at 07:20 PM.