I crave it so very desperately,
that sanguine soil road, and innocence lost
amidst the gilded Iowa cornfields,
the Montana panorama potent
enough to strike even the Gods senseless,
the virile plethora of Juniper
as it falls with each chill seasoned passing
.
Where has the hope listlessly wisped away,
carrying along with it the genius
of mundane things in our humanity,
and all things under the sun we appraised
as it were precious only to our need
In a sense, I, we are lost to devise
our personal eulogy for Earth's demise
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Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on October 21, 2003
We believe that Mankind faces their greatest threat yet. We are the reason that the world keeps getting warmer, that deserts continue to expand, the pollution of the sea continues and the rising of the ocean level. It would seem that we are the catalysm for our earths demise. Allthough it is certanly not our intention, this is the result
Indeed I give thanks for this write..bless you Tyler
Vesna
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
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We believe that Mankind faces their greatest threat yet. We are the reason that the world keeps getting warmer, that deserts continue to expand, the pollution of the sea continues and the rising of the ocean level. It would seem that we are the catalysm for our earths demise. Allthough it is certanly not our intention, this is the result
Indeed I give thanks for this write..bless you Tyler
Vesna