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Atlantis-A Lost Land
A land lost to the floor of the sea, In a single day and a single night. The land of Atlantis ceased to be; To an ancient culture, a fateful plight. Now resting among the tall mountains. Not to be seen by curious eyes. Sailed over by unaware sea captains; A legend of a civilization’s demise. Ten thousand years or more have past, Vast knowledge claimed by the ancient, Our own knowledge has not surpassed, They strove to be omniscient. A world destroyed by arrogance, So it is told through the ages. Victims of God’s abhorrence , As written in Plato’s enduring pages. How did it meet its end, that mighty land; And come to rest in its deep ocean grave? Is the same fate for this world at hand; Lying in our need to deprave, or greedy crave Looking to the heavens for the clues, Prophesies from ages past flood the news. Our home, the earth, that we abuse, May be a gift that we will lose. An ancient legend and the present time, Does it matter if we believe the legend? If the doomsday clock begins to chime, Our fate is ours from beginning to end.
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