MaCRonI
11-17-07, 03:16 PM
A sphere of great promise in its primordial stages/
Loosing its innocence with each turn of history's pages/
From passing through several ages of phages and anaerobic/
Coatin’ its atmosphere with oxygen for the approachin/
Demon race preordained by biblical genesis tales/
Who knew can be fueled by the air our lungs inhale/
Shooting stars soak the emptiness of outer space/
The Cosmos tears create the path the Milky Way trace/
as the God's stroke their beards pensively/
Confused because the star incorrect assembly/
Astrological calendars predict a year of rebirth/
A reawaken fruitfulness of a fading earth/
Colonized by two-legged insects of ornate intellect/
Who implement devastation in all they invent/
But in the same sense, Mother Nature’s aging faster/
her wounds flare up to cause natural disasters/
Lusting for her biological clock to turn backwards/
Her warmth is sustained by the sunlight she recaptures/
But she still feels the icy touch of death in her core/
Glaciers and ice shelves form where her magma is stored/
Smeogols scale her surface to find where their precious lies/
That's why the moons rise creates high tide when she cries/
Praying for 2012 to inject infinity back into her veins/
Because all of her ills give Jehovah a headsplittin migraine/
Loosing its innocence with each turn of history's pages/
From passing through several ages of phages and anaerobic/
Coatin’ its atmosphere with oxygen for the approachin/
Demon race preordained by biblical genesis tales/
Who knew can be fueled by the air our lungs inhale/
Shooting stars soak the emptiness of outer space/
The Cosmos tears create the path the Milky Way trace/
as the God's stroke their beards pensively/
Confused because the star incorrect assembly/
Astrological calendars predict a year of rebirth/
A reawaken fruitfulness of a fading earth/
Colonized by two-legged insects of ornate intellect/
Who implement devastation in all they invent/
But in the same sense, Mother Nature’s aging faster/
her wounds flare up to cause natural disasters/
Lusting for her biological clock to turn backwards/
Her warmth is sustained by the sunlight she recaptures/
But she still feels the icy touch of death in her core/
Glaciers and ice shelves form where her magma is stored/
Smeogols scale her surface to find where their precious lies/
That's why the moons rise creates high tide when she cries/
Praying for 2012 to inject infinity back into her veins/
Because all of her ills give Jehovah a headsplittin migraine/