The Slow Death - Adrift

She is fractured, bleeding precious gases
She is crippled, aimless, drifting

A dark shadow
Moving through the dark of space
This silent shadow of a dying world

Malignant cells she has brought with her
Contamination from Earth
The one kind she should have left behind
The human animal

She is dying
The Ark
And within her womb
Those of us left, will die with her

We were haunted, fractured, restless
We are remnants, now, drifting

She was a crucible
Desperate times, desperate measures
The last flailing shudder of a dying world

Every generation, forgets the mistakes
Of those who came before
Ours will be the last to learn
The consequences of war

It is cold
Dark
Fragments falling away, adrift
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It is a world
The Ark
To those who have never seen a world
Those who never will

And they, the dying few who stepped aboard
The refugees, the world killers
Seek to force their wisdom upon us
Proclaiming the way to create a world
When they have only turned a world to ash

This is our world
The Ark
For those who will never see a world
Those who had no choice

And some will follow them, a foolish few
These withering elders burdened, blinded
Mired in shame, anchored to hopelessness
But we will be free of their past
Because this is the day when we choose Открыть страницу с текстом

There is a star
That they call the Sun
It gave life to a world
That I will never see

They speak of sacrifice
A destiny, our futures foretold

They say we are within a womb
And the Ark is bearing Earth's children

Slaves to the mistakes of our forebears
Every moment of our lives scripted
In their great narrative of rebirth

We are neither the beginning
Nor the end
We are a means to an end

There is a star
A new Sun they follow
Life for the new world Открыть страницу с текстом

The blue planet, greying
Aged beyond her years
Opalescent glow in the endless black
A shrinking gem
A dwindling star
Now I can't recall the first day I realized
That I could no longer see her

I loved her

Dying mother
We fled from your acid tears
Your breath of ash
We peeled the blackened skin from your back
While you begged us for life

We ruined her

The grey planet, burning
This disease has ravaged her
Stained oceans of fetid brown
Ash in the clouds
Glass craters
And poisoned dust is all that remains
Where once we nested and multiplied

We abandoned her

Like parasites
We set forth from her ruined husk
Seeds of the disease
Seeking a new host
Invasive weeds
We bring the tools of conquest
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We lift our eyes and see her there,
Majestic cradle in the smoke stained sky
Countless wars have raged below, As this great seed took form

We have sifted through the ashes of our ruined home
And gathered what few dusty treasures remained
We offer them now, to the Chosen Ones
We give them bitterly, we give them our lives
Every tiny, vain dream in every beating heart
Is forfeit now, to this one, great, final hope

So many of us fought so hard to stop them
From taking away what precious little remained
We defended the right of every human being
To snarl and fight over the charred carcass of the world

Now the Ark has left us with the bones

Without warning, the Ark drifts away,
It sets below the horizon like the moon
Lights red in the smog sullied sky, Never to rise again
The last hope, the only hope for mankind

And of those of us who remain
Some will weep, some will fight, some will pray
Some will gather the ashes in bloody fingers
Only to watch them blow away

We stole the earth from our children Открыть страницу с текстом