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The Warring Earth
The Warring Earth
Horsmen invaded the world,
The white, red, black and pale.
Time stood still and blood diffused
Throughout the dying world.
It happened with great violence
And it spared nobody.
Gaea weeped and groaned with great pain
Of the suffering she had
To bear for Man. With a shudder,
She let out her last sigh
And was no more. Man still
Tore at her flesh and bones
And when the vitals of Gaea
Vanished, humans turned onto
Their own kind and tred to raid
Each other homes.
They tried to ipose each own
Ideas onto others.
They resorted to violence
To threten those who did
Not abide to their laws.
When earth was a common land,
It became sliced into
Possessions. Gold and iron
Were mined, those dark metals.
Our time is coming to end,
umans are at the verge
Of the Abyss. But Abyss
Is with us, around us,
In us.
Civilizations tried to
Predict the coming of
The end, Armageddon.
But the end is really here.
Norsemen told tales of
The great end,
Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods.
One that will see the heavens
Burn.
One that will see the vast lands
Sinking.
Ragnarok is here.
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Cogito, ergo sum.
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