Even In Eden
Keppler, Earth 2.0
Who needs a moon
for life to grow
by the gracious Devil's beard
a snake survives
poisoned atmosphere
A shiny new vision
comes across my transmission
a new found life
reaching out
I listen closely
I'm sickened mostly
by their horrendous
ghastly sound
We're coming to get you
we're coming to take
control of your planet
the words of this snake
by the brim of the witches hat
we have a chance
but its holding, fat
The whittler whistles
as he carves the way
such a curious interjection
as in the final act of the play
the audience watches in patience
as the hand of fate
swoops down so gracious
counting down to that dreadful date
evacuate, away to Keppler
in a new Eden, we shall challenge our maker
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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