FIND-TURN-AROUND-TIDES-
WILL-FLOOD
And so it is
the oceans roar,
great rocks are cast
upon the shore.
The angry god
of the vast deep -
who sank Atlantis
into a sleep -
swishes his tail
and huge waves form.
White as Pegasus
they rise and storm.
Of mighty-floods
beware all men,
sea-god Poseidon
will send them.
Fill his Kingdom
with evil-waste do,
and his tides
shall turn on you.
IT'S-FEAR-AND-FAILURE-IN-
A-PROMISED-UTOPIA
Ignorance is guaranteed,
sealed with a dictator's kiss
deadly as a poisonous weed
in the State of Bliss.
There is no bed of roses,
there are only barbs and thorns.
Broken the promise of utopia.
No one is riding unicorns.
There are ogres in Fairyland
but this is damn Dystopia.
It is no horn of plenty.
There is no cornucopia.
Yes ignorance is guaranteed,
sealed with a dictator's kiss
deadly as a poisonous weed
in the State of Bliss.
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