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Season Of Withering Pines

from Meat Computer by moon cheese babies

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Everything in it place
Swept the earth of human waste
Fixing mother natures angry scowl
No animals lament their newly quiet space
A planet for the wild to roam and howl
Now that cities dim
Extinguished in the grim soon to be forgotten come about
Everything we earned ignoring everything we learned
The grim reaper that we made up hit the towns
Stars are smiling ghosts in heavens high
The disintigrated race
Its now in evidence of dust and scattered karmic piles
The Light took the others in style

Penance whistles tunes for the dead
Cemeteries no longer fed
Noones asleep in their beds
Feed the green wherever you lay

Zealots screaming calm and content
Insight the panicked psychos instead
Purge the tender strays from the herd
Feed whoevers left to the mobs
Pigheaded madmen writing lies
Or incomprehensible Gods
Reset humanities clock
Natural order restored
Furry scurrying natives rejoice
Dead batteries silence alarms
The wind hisses just as it should
And celebrates the freedom to blow
Through cities reclaimed by the vines
In the season of withering pines

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from Meat Computer, released November 13, 2023

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