Apis of Apocalypse

Apis of Apocalypse - 06.08.2017

Whatever hope left
Died with the mass of wilting
Gardenias and more
Plumes that once decorated
And harvest that once fed us

Gone...

- Farmer V.Adelhyde

Buzzing in the wind
Harbinger of death singing
The dust storms settling
Lo and behold what comes next
The endless days in hunger

Fields of green now sand
Horizons forever changed
A thousand years more
Wicked fields of crow and dust
Litter the surface by storm

This is the end now
A lonely planet of doom
Poem of despair
This is the mark of the beast
No more tomatoes shall bloom

Goodbye my Apis goodbye
Goodbye my Apis won't fly
Goodbye my Apis and die
Goodbye my Apis we cry...
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