ANTARTICA IS BURNING An invisible bladed wind cut through the sun, slices sharp till it bleeds purple rain fire of blood, dripping on the flesh of Pegasus died in thirst, hollowed blackened bones curved on dried antartic land, melting and seeping through the burning polar sand. A post nuclear child with a stick,arrow and corn seeds, wanders on a dead lake, from barren red mountains to the walls of polar cliffs, searches for a fertile soil, ends up digging for fossilized snow and water, along with other intelligent beings, whose intelligence destroyed the very reason of their existence:EARTH, still cant find what they are digging for, but to wait and wait till their throats dry up, while the smog engulfs, its a holy chant for their graves.
Posted on: Mon, 16 Dec 2013 06:45:37 +0000
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