Though you might bear the word ‘NEW’ in your name, there is nothing really new about you and your games― we know your histories, beginnings, let alone destination, even tho’ we were not burn’: your middle name is ‘clear.’
The World certainly shall weep when your horns thunder!
No news this to men of history not dead. She lives forever, not only in the minds of those who lost loved ones so dear, but hearts who care about the final end of this fragile plain, even when they are gone! Weep not O knights and ladies in shining glamour for the honeymoon passing away—but for those horns heap’d in barracks-n-backyards that shall sweep the Horny Moon away by the click of a button like a dream!
Weep for the Boom! and Gboom! taking the lives of millions …show more content…
Your other halves could have been there; the womb that bore and tended you for nine moons— let alone bearers of the dimming light unto a pristine horizon beyond the radars of this careless race…. Weep not for flesh and blood alone; weep for the hills and mountains; weep for the seas and forests; weep for the Sun, comets and the stars.
Weep not for the heavens alone, but our common humanity.
Weep not for humanity alone, but for our age-long heritage.
Oh, let the race of ‘New Clear Weep Horns’ race to a close; and emissaries of lofty ideals begin unveiling an eternal ring so bright that can burn away all that awaits man in the wings east and west, rendering naught every horn in the way of man; knows the Horny Moon must be tendered to outlive every age, as the Greatest Gift ever to the offspring of mankind.
So, stop the game, stop the games, alas, grinding minds, gambling with the heart of humanity like ping-pong; stop the show of mean-lit-eery power in the sky,
Crusaders of the frontlines, and let’s swiftly drift together mindful of Our Humanity and collective heritage and patrimony, just as our fathers womb of the Sea, and live in serenity and harmony once again like never in
The World certainly shall weep when your horns thunder!
No news this to men of history not dead. She lives forever, not only in the minds of those who lost loved ones so dear, but hearts who care about the final end of this fragile plain, even when they are gone! Weep not O knights and ladies in shining glamour for the honeymoon passing away—but for those horns heap’d in barracks-n-backyards that shall sweep the Horny Moon away by the click of a button like a dream!
Weep for the Boom! and Gboom! taking the lives of millions …show more content…
Your other halves could have been there; the womb that bore and tended you for nine moons— let alone bearers of the dimming light unto a pristine horizon beyond the radars of this careless race…. Weep not for flesh and blood alone; weep for the hills and mountains; weep for the seas and forests; weep for the Sun, comets and the stars.
Weep not for the heavens alone, but our common humanity.
Weep not for humanity alone, but for our age-long heritage.
Oh, let the race of ‘New Clear Weep Horns’ race to a close; and emissaries of lofty ideals begin unveiling an eternal ring so bright that can burn away all that awaits man in the wings east and west, rendering naught every horn in the way of man; knows the Horny Moon must be tendered to outlive every age, as the Greatest Gift ever to the offspring of mankind.
So, stop the game, stop the games, alas, grinding minds, gambling with the heart of humanity like ping-pong; stop the show of mean-lit-eery power in the sky,
Crusaders of the frontlines, and let’s swiftly drift together mindful of Our Humanity and collective heritage and patrimony, just as our fathers womb of the Sea, and live in serenity and harmony once again like never in