or
Rebirth
Every ten thousand years,
or so
We’re hit by icy times and tears
For the age of iceWater
A decade of a millennia ago
Was not the first of ones we know
For us to see I’m-ages of the past
We will have to see the ice-ages passed
/
Read these pass-ages, we asses
For if we’re dumb then-Then we’re done
And then the End will-Will have won
Unless we have the Will of One
The will to aVoid the Mighty Crunch
A will to void the Wills of
The evils of pasts, we committed to
/
Or was it 41 thousand, or 42?
Or was it a century of a millennia, too?
Was it ten to the four by ten to the two?
Maybe a million…
…instead of millenia
Or maybe a billion…
we may knever know uh any–yka?
Or was it 21 or 40 or 400, by two?
A mystery surrounds a million point 2
What did Milenkovich say?
/
Perhaps our writing’s twoo weeaks’ Today
Ice & Fire, then Fire & Ice
A Pattern that goes round and Rounds
Evil then Good, then justice is Ice
A song that Rings and then re-Sounds
Good then evil, then Justice is Nice
A song that’s Rung and now resounds
For then Fire’s fire and Ice’s ice
As sound is Sound,
/
Now, our tail begins to un-wound
Humans are born and then we were Bound
Our destiny bonded to hate and fear
The songs we heard, we played by ear
Which songs were filled with fear and hate?
Which poisons were they, the ones we ate?
That then we spit back in the sky
And into seas and grounds below
Now Ice is Water, as we cry
The Heat of Rage is our creation
/
A Feat of Ages
we may now need
A Seat of Sages
We must now seed
For if we’re Creation
Perhaps a 6000 year deed
It’ll be
/
Deed, dead, A Sead of Dead
We’ll see the Seas we’ve killed, all dead
The World of C’s‘ll no longer be
Just as we’ll have killed the Bee
Unless we Seize our moments from We
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