Poem...Ice
We rush into the future
As if we have a grasp
On the games this Planet plays
Of limitations on things life gives
Of Gods to rescue us to streets of Gold
Of things to burn and life to conquer
And when the Planet has had enough
She will cover us with ice
For another million years
As if we have a grasp
On the games this Planet plays
Of limitations on things life gives
Of Gods to rescue us to streets of Gold
Of things to burn and life to conquer
And when the Planet has had enough
She will cover us with ice
For another million years
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