espylacopa

Its about this planet I once saw
Burnt by its sun
Singed by its time
Eclipsed by its hatred

Drifting towards a doom that stinks of animal death
Inhuman destruction and ruins soot black
Peopled by a species that hates its own
Bent on destroying all that keeps it

Its rich dance around pyres of corpses
Its hungry feed on the blood of innocence
Its aging sell their memories of starry nights, peaches and poetry
Its children scream in their sleep each night
Its gods are dumped far away in the wilderness
Its angels die with clipped wings in their hands

Words are thrown around like dead insects
Words that turn the world on its axis
Words that burn its years and end its time
Words that end in bright white death light

Everything is burnt
Everything is broken
Everything is shattered glass
Everything is dead

Its about this planet I am stuck on
It is the past
It is about to happen
It is now where the two meet
And in the dead silence of this impending war
My people go and drop a bomb

By its cover?

Dig it??? http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~jimthing/ has this and then some more that will just.. well.. blow your cover! (sad, i know...hmmmm)