Wonder of my words
Of certain uneasy rhyme
Of that which might be
In some future's time
Spilling more easy blood
By mankind's so loosed hands
Staining and then bittering
Yet Oh' So Many Sweet Lands
A fiery, dingy old dragon
Comes blazing, across evening skies
Two or three more times only be
Before the earth soon shall die
Behemoth mountains continue to roar
Quakes splitting lands from shore to shore
Tides rising beyond all of their kens'
Biting away homes, abroad and within
Dragon's tail is but one simple sign
Mankind's fall and certain decline
Of all the wisdom in intellectual mind's
Find solutions, for these trying times
The Creator coming, to reclaim His land
Greed and ignorance, man wouldn't take a stand.
For principles of humanity, in these trying times
And even more sad, he couldn't read the sign
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