Burning SnowWhen you see the decadent snow,
With a can of coke spilling its
Through the ground,
Burning through the snow,
Burning through the fires of
You see the world,
A grace of Lucifer's kiss,
Where chaos reigns in on the treasure,
The beautiful grasslands and forests:
As Hecate's pale face
Reveals its beautiful horror
To the face of our planet.
And the ring of the moon
Gazing upon the petrified earth,
Laughs with its sly silent smile,
While the hissing sound of
Pistons from our cars and factories,
Makes the world a dying garden,
With that lush red apple
Of power, lust, and corruption
At its center.
This is the Republic
We held so dear;
Where those who see the truth are silenced,
And those who choose to ignore are revered.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]
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