Post by Ross McCague on Aug 9, 2007 8:32:05 GMT -5
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Robert Zimmerman
Down the barrel of a hunting gun,
The birds and the young fell out of the setting sun.
That was the Edwardian end of the nineteenth century,
We’ll simply thin them out differently.
I would go out with all that is rare
with no allegiance that I cannot spare.
The aerodynamics of the birds that always came
found their way to the human brain.
First it was flight and the boundless terrain,
Then disease and a massive human stain.
War came before the last time round,
Pandemic then war are now mounted on the merry-go-round.
The ratios are such that zeros must be added,
Depopulation is what the flat-headed know really matters.
Whatever type of instruments are used,
The record books will be most graphically imbued.
Certainty can resume its jagged throne
for a triumphant rebirth in the Eastern zone
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Robert Zimmerman
Down the barrel of a hunting gun,
The birds and the young fell out of the setting sun.
That was the Edwardian end of the nineteenth century,
We’ll simply thin them out differently.
I would go out with all that is rare
with no allegiance that I cannot spare.
The aerodynamics of the birds that always came
found their way to the human brain.
First it was flight and the boundless terrain,
Then disease and a massive human stain.
War came before the last time round,
Pandemic then war are now mounted on the merry-go-round.
The ratios are such that zeros must be added,
Depopulation is what the flat-headed know really matters.
Whatever type of instruments are used,
The record books will be most graphically imbued.
Certainty can resume its jagged throne
for a triumphant rebirth in the Eastern zone