zen
your book speaks of a day
one for which you pray never comes
you go about your days in wonder and fear
ignorance to protect the now
for a day will come, a day you wont know how
hiding in the busy, passing the blame
blame for the shame of your trespass
I know of a day, soon to come to pass
I hear it in the trees and feel it in the grass
I see it in the skies as fiery smokestacks burn my eyes
I smell it in the rain like chemical weapon pain
I taste it in our animals soon to be cannibales
I know the earth she no longer can hold this girth
vomiting forth toxicity
of our inevitable apocolypic possabilities
one for which you pray never comes
you go about your days in wonder and fear
ignorance to protect the now
for a day will come, a day you wont know how
hiding in the busy, passing the blame
blame for the shame of your trespass
I know of a day, soon to come to pass
I hear it in the trees and feel it in the grass
I see it in the skies as fiery smokestacks burn my eyes
I smell it in the rain like chemical weapon pain
I taste it in our animals soon to be cannibales
I know the earth she no longer can hold this girth
vomiting forth toxicity
of our inevitable apocolypic possabilities
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