Underground_Network
June 10th, 2009, 03:36 PM
A post-apocalyptic rain storm
On the other side of eternity
Emerges like a vicious swarm
Of hornets, advancing like the bourgeoisie.
No one notices the orange of the rain,
They muscle through the darkness
Not acknowledging the sky's parade,
The idea, it seems, is too far fetched.
The simple minded fear and ignore
The simple complexity of what we call
The post-apocalyptic rain storm,
And so like fire they burn, withal.
But no matter where you stand or fall
You will find the end is short, not tall.
On the other side of eternity
Emerges like a vicious swarm
Of hornets, advancing like the bourgeoisie.
No one notices the orange of the rain,
They muscle through the darkness
Not acknowledging the sky's parade,
The idea, it seems, is too far fetched.
The simple minded fear and ignore
The simple complexity of what we call
The post-apocalyptic rain storm,
And so like fire they burn, withal.
But no matter where you stand or fall
You will find the end is short, not tall.