A journey to the future was offered to you
All the magic and mysteries you heard of were true
A ritual, an invocation
A sacrifice and you visit the future's nation
Petrified at the sight of this new Gorgon
Petrified at the scence in front of your eyes
You wanna believe that your vision is seeing lies.
Blood surrounding you, people float
In this blood you could sail a boat
People ripped apart, you wanna depart
Buildings burned down to the ground, by a big hell hound
You see a man still alive,
Struggling with all his might to survive
You fall down on your knees and ask him what caused this apocalypse of pain
He replies, speaking slowly trying you keep working his brain
"We had it all
It caused our fall
Egoism led to fascism
Poverty and war,
That is what caused this gore"
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- Titles: Lucky Dip by I-Am-Custard.
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Comments
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I like the message, but the way you put it across is crude and doesn't fit it at all. It's too conversational. There's no pretty language here, but it's not stylized enough to be 'making a point' crude either. The way this is written it feels almost like satire, disrespectful satire, than a poem about real political meaning.
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