[pre]The secret spaces, in clouds with faces,
Carry seas from oceans far.
They hold on to their water, and wait for the slaughter,
As they thunder for the Evening Star.
The earth heated over, ozone broke its cover,
Revealing the anthill within.
Mother Nature chose a time, to wash away the grime,
She picked up her pitchfork with a grin.
With Poseidon stirring and Zeus murmuring,
The Storm approached the Man.
It knocked Mans door, then drilled a bore,
All hell let loose in the land.
The evening passed, and night came fast,
In its veil the Storm was triumphant.
Man on the ground, the Storm without sound,
And winds like wolves in a hunt.
Waves of fire, built up a pier,
That would leave no humans to cry.
As if the thunder itself asunder,
Had fallen from the sky.
Towers fell, ringing a death knell,
Under waves that had broken the shore
Leaves lay in ashes, under trees marked with gashes,
The smiles that they wore were no more.
The bird of man, with nothing more than,
Those beasts in the luxury class,
Winds broke its wings, killed the corporate kings,
And buried them under no grass.
With rolling seas as the floor, the eye of the storm as the door,
The foundation of the City was complete.
Now all that was needed, was for survivors to be weeded,
And crushed under death’s mighty feet.
The pillars lowered down, whirlwinds that were sown,
To hold up the high cloudy roof.
The earth was a knife, which stabbed at the life,
Already doomed by Apocalypse’s hoof.
How did this pass, to mighty man you ask?
How arrogant of you to be!
You were deaf, you were blind, the truth you could not find,
Now embrace it, the end you cannot flee!
It was by Man’s doing, that he came upon this ruin,
It’s too late to cry home to your moms.
The homes of the human, were always a bad omen,
It was dethroned by a City of Storms.[/pre]
