A Smoker's Poem About The Future Of The World

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by christian, Jun 6, 2009.

  1. this mechanical forest spreads endlessly across our world
    air becoming the technological photosynthesis swallowing consumers into its wrathful path.
    the sun is now blacked by our towers.
    Genetic differences are at an all time low.
    We march to the pulse which allows us to breathe. Generic beings.
    there may still be water underground but too many layers of steel block our hope of digging,
    frost no longer exists and its meaning is slowly disappearing like fragments of forgotten time that withered away with historical clarity...

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