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First
Contact
You landed your ships on a foreign land. Discovered worlds
you didn’t understand. A world full of creatures
that you’ve never seen. Flora and fauna beyond your
dreams. Seeking out a new world, exploit it as our own.
Habitual resources expired. Choose the land of plenty.
Observe and abduct, apply and extract. Reacting to different
cultural extremities. Revel in isolation. Secrets unknown.
Foreign being ritual. Invading their home. You take without
asking, you take without reason or consequence. Imposing
cultural belief system, the masses in the palm of your
hands. First contact from a new world, first contact from
another life. First breeding of two worldly minds, first
offspring to be left behind. Who made first contact? What
made first contact? Where was first contact? This is first
contact.
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Great
Southern Wasteland
Amongst
the virulent and multiplying beauties of this southern
land lies a poison legacy for future generations to withstand.
We are curators of all earthly life, united we must speak
our minds. The toxic byproducts of nuclear activities
we can't rewind. Morning iris at sunrise, awakens to another
day. Your new world ever changing, as you bloom, you decay.
Future descendants of this time will never know a life
of purity. For our mistakes made in this era, we have
damned them to obscurity. First we tear down the forests
to retrieve the tainted ore, then we bury the outcome
on an ancient ocean floor. Wilderness of ancient land,
torn open by the greed of man. Vulnerable tribes silently
screaming in pain, the mining of ancestral soils are the
deeds of the insane. Most dangerous substance known to
the human, dug up and spread all over the land. Earth
tearing machines, mine sickness from the ground, now for
thousands of years no life will be found. Once as pristine
as creation, now a human induced abomination.
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Solarburn
Parched, cracked and blistered the land. Sun bleached
bones litter the ground. Ribs protrude through skins of
the beasts. Lush flora now burnt, deceased. Solarburn.
Blistered earth. The sky aghast with windy brown. The
choking storms hurl dust around. Sun glows red through
arid skies. All life wilts and slowly dies. No rehydration
to be found. The wilderness of nothingness. The sun glows
red through arid skies. Desolate country harsh and bare.
All life it wilts and slowly dies. Underneath the solar
flare. Gaunt ruins where a forest stood. Sporadic stumps
of burning wood. Artesian bores leak sand and dust. Once
flowing pumps decayed with rust. Last precious drops evaporated,
dams now baked and dessicated. From our star a solar wind,
roasts the scars of the continent. Fragments of what used
to be, a wasteland of salinity. A Mars on Earth all barren
ground, nothing living to be found.
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Alpha
Cappella Nova Vega
Alpha Cappella Nova Vega, do you watch over me? Do you
hear the words I'm speaking? Do you exist merely in my
memory? Alpha Cappella Nova Vega, do you exist anywhere
now? Alpha Cappella Nova Vega, you dreamed about looking
down on us all. You reached your goal to perish, left
your loved ones in pain. People fade like memories do,
your dreams of dying came true. Alpha Cappella Nova Vega,
you dreamed about looking down on us all. Crying your
tears forever, sometimes I think I hear you call. Time
has not stood still for you. You’ve missed the life
that I live. Alpha Cappella Nova Vega, no one, or nothing,
could have saved you. Alpha Cappella Nova Vega.
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Older
than the Ancients
Here I'll carve the tale of the land we explored. Stranded
in a place I thought was fertile and calm. I didn’t
know what hostile world laid ahead. We were protected,
Anubis judge of the dead. Cursing the insects search for
water in a sunburnt land. We will go forward, I will persevere
and never look back. So they called me a son of a god,
ironically as they laid me to rest. Twice bitten, twice
struck. Lost motherland has swallowed us up. I didn’t
know what hostile world laid ahead. We were protected,
Anubis judge of the dead. Read the glyphs they tell my
story, I'm the lost Pharaoh's son. Seeking out the ancient
myth of the great southern land. Never again to see the
waters of Mer. Stuck within this southern land. We can
only defer.
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Backward
Journey
Observe the change. Australian's thoughts are rearranged
into the past. The populous is telling me, hope you enjoy
the backward journey. Tolerance is only shown when the
dollar can be grown. We're going back to fighting wars
for our politician's cause. With saddened eyes I have
observed. Acceptance fall away to dust. I’m moving
backwards as I take a step forth. The winds of hate are
blowing strong in my world. It all affects you and I.
Next generation pays the price. All this hatred is tearing
us down, as we ignore our own advice. Now we're finding
as we move into the past. Who are we fooling? Good things
never last. Accept the difference, between you and I.
Bring on extinction of the human kind. This is a backward
journey.
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Nature
on a Leash
We’re growing buildings by the sea. We’re
plotting, planning our insanity. Pushing out to live beyond
our bounds. Taking over until nothing can be found. Striving
for heights we can not reach. We're keeping nature on
a leash. Joking with ourselves. As we pretend that we
don’t see, and we're growing taller, blasting deeper
holes under the sea. We won't see it coming. Nature reclaims
all that’s hers. Returning balance to the earth.
And we move underground, and we begin to see. Nature remove
her leash. It's now on you and me. Striving for heights
we can not reach. We're keeping nature on a leash. Arrogance
will be the downfall of the human race. Building bigger
cities, soon to be our children's graves. Nature escapes
from her chains. And we move underground. And we begin
to see. Nature remove her leash. It's now on you and me.
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Grief
Barrier
Tear me apart. Underwater brilliance super sensory. Suddenly
gone. My destruction the consequence of lost clarity.
You wonder why. You use me as sanctuary. Blaming nature.
Tourist dollar fades away from your economy. Praising
my beauty. Tear me apart. Untouched, unspoiled. Dominant
force. Taken for granted. Suddenly gone. Hole in your
world. And you can tell where I once was. I'm never coming
back into this sick world of apathy. Although it's never
caught, the great reef will never be free. Only living
thing visible from space. Grief barrier. To let it fade
away, a heritage disgrace. Praising my beauty. Tear me
apart. Untouched, unspoiled. Dominant force. Alive so
long. Taken for granted, now destroyed. Suddenly gone.
And now you see. Hole in your world. And you can tell
where I once was. I'm never coming back into this sick
world of apathy. Although it's never caught, the great
reef will never be free. Vibrant colours turn grey, beauty
fading away, I'm never coming back. Crystal waters turn
black. How could something so still be something so alive?
Exploit, export and destroy. Unnatural claiming of rights.
My destruction the consequence of lost clarity. Grief
barrier.
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Speed
of Life
Each day grows quicker as I breathe. Or is it that every
year seems to get shorter? Racing at the speed of life.
So much to do, so little time. I don’t want to win
this race. Heading swiftly to my grave. Epidermis showing
signs of natural decay from living my life. No way to
slow the hands of time. Of this I am sure you live, then
you die. From infancy to my old age. Another day in the
life. Another turn of the page. Racing at the speed of
life. So much to do, so little time. I don’t want
to win this race. Heading swiftly to my grave. Is it only
me, is it all in my head? Rather a fight to ascend than
an easy descent. Do you ever get the feeling you're in
some sort of race? Each day has more to offer, there's
just no time to play. One minute I'm a child, the next
I am a man. And fate, it pushes my life, the fastest speed
it can.
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Epsilon
I feel like this is just a means to an end. Does it hold
any meaning as I reach the end? Lost to memory, final
reality. When I'm awake or asleep both are all but a dream.
Finality of this life is something certain for me. Lost
to memory, final reality. Sifting fragments of time, drifting,
falling away. Sense of finality, fate is dawning on me.
What is the purpose of death, live, learn, die then forget?
Feel I'm lying awake, only sleep when I'm dead. Lost to
memory. Final reality. Compressed memories, I'm temporary,
unable to contain. Like Epsilon, my finality is pointing
out the way. What have I learned? What will I forget?
Monumental rhythm of life is pounding out the beat of
the dead, but might it all end, without a meaning? Lost
to memory, final reality.
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Letter
to the Future
Unknown
reader, not yet conceived, inherit the world my generation
leaves. I fear for you there will not be, the natural
pleasures there are for me. I can drink the water, can
safely swim in the sea. Eat the fish from the rivers and
see the forest of trees. Slowly yet surely things are
starting to change, a world of uncertainty its people
deranged. We're so good at killing each other, we churn
out war machines. They spend billions exploring the stars,
while home on earth millions starve. I wish I could help
but I don’t know what to do, with good intentions
I'm the problem too. Description of my earth is all that
I can give, I can only wonder about the world in which
you live. Unknown reader of tomorrow. I write to you with
guilt and sorrow. I live in a land and a time that’s
free. I hope it's there for you, what there is for me.
They spend billions exploring the stars, while home on
earth millions starve. Unknown reader, not yet conceived.
Inherit the world my generation leaves. I fear for you
there will not be the natural pleasures there are for
me. I can drink the water, can safely swim in the sea.
Eat the fish from the rivers and see the forest of trees.
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