Posted by Sadie from D007091.N1.Vanderbilt.Edu (129.59.7.91) on Wednesday, January 15, 2003 at 11:21PM :
THIS WORLD
by Funker Vogt
For centuries and centuries
I walked along their battlefields;
Rotten flesh and burned soil
Is all what they have left.
A strange desire for destruction
Can be felt at all these places;
An awful waste of resources
All for their killing machinery.
A world all made of battlefields,
A world all drowned in blood,
A world which will not last forever,
Is all that we have got
A world all made of battlefields,
A world all built for wars;
And now we take the battlefields
Far out to the stars.
They get better year by year,
With a frightening efficiency,
Killing thousands in one strike
By pushing just one button.
So I have been everywhere,
From the jungle to the mountain,
And even in the deepest sea
I saw the signs of a past war.
A world all made of battlefields,
A world all drowned in blood,
A world which will not last forever,
Is all that we have got.
A world all made of battlefields,
A world all built for wars;
And now we take the battlefields
Far out to the stars.
-- Sadie
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