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[sid] => 117174
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Cast A Coin
[time] => 2006-03-27 19:21:36
[hometext] => Man pollutes and kills Gaia because he is not satisfied with himself. But by killing Gaia, man actually kills himself. This poem is narrated by the stars.
[bodytext] => Chained, hanging, food for the vulture Gods The last of a dying breed, we vow This may be the final stand in an epic tragedy A romantic murder tale that is no mystery So many coins were cast in our history Faces glinted in pools of hope But those who gazed at us as guides They were in fact our mortal enemies The polar star acts as a celestial guide A guardian angel to show the way home The worst pain was A child gazed to us Wished us damnation He dreamed of our end We cast no crime Cause no tear, no pain We paint the histories of man in constellations Shining the good of the past and future But that boy grew, he became more wise We cast our tears down in cascading stars Frozen in space, we are unable to defend It is cold here, hatred is a lonely thing to feel We allowed man to send his minions to swim in our seas To explore our vast realms, to feast on our beauty But man will take for granted what he holds before him And so the boy became a man Humankind aged and became more advanced The boy, now a man became old and wiser He lit the skies with a flame like a phoenix Torched every wish ever made by a child And now, the skies, they are dark Haunting figures roam our seas Ghosts of the stars We feast on man in revenge of his deeds Burn in hell for what you have done By setting the stars ablaze You rain the heavens in corpses Setting a rage in the Gods like that of a thousand phoenix's The boy became a man The man became wise The man plucked from the skies Tortured his very wish Mankind will cause the very flame That will burn him into oblivion [comments] => 4 [counter] => 261 [topic] => 39 [informant] => SpellofNature [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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