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Acacia555 — The New Subdivision
Published: 2007-04-21 17:47:42 +0000 UTC; Views: 247; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 4
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They watch as we destroy this paradise,The gentle giants who we do not fear,
It is not heard they're whispered, wise advise.
Their trailing grace hangs in the air like ice,
A pause as they salute wht they hold dear.
They'll watch as we destroy this paradise.
The crushing, hacking, torturous device,
I shakes the ground like thunder as it nears.
It is drowned out, their whispered wise advice.
The now clean, empty land comes at a price,
A muddy feild where once a wood was here.
They watch as we destroyed this paradise.
A race to which a need will not suffice,
The fragile balance, to us, seems unclear.
We will not hear their whispered wise advise.
No sweetened wind, no bird song to entice,
The settlers slain, a world devoid of cheer.
It was not heard, their whispered wise advice.
They died as we destroyed their paradise.
