The blood has started to pour,
The oceans are a crimson red,
No waves exist, just calm instead,
The rain fills the skies,
With crimson droplets from my eyes,
The World starts to flood,
Overrun with seas of blood,
Flowing smoothly across the land,
As though it had been smoothly planned,
Engulfing moors and lakes and woods,
These dark deathly decaying floods,
As we sink in a sea of illusion,
Pollution only serves confusion,
The stench of death engulfs my soul,
Spilling out from every hole,
Suffocated within a crimson sea,
Is the harsh reality for humanity.
Poetic Penguin - 15th August 1999
Updated 4th February 2006
