Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28428152-20180405021738

O, tucked away in the deep corners of space

There lies a very storm-ridden place

Thunder clouds and sweet-smelling rain

Wash away the muddy lanes

To be reached by only a stark white vessel

With sweets and treats that kill at the smell

A vessel of children, yes

Driven by their fathers, no less

A windowless ship; no child to see Creation

Their minds like clay to condition

They’ve been sent to be reformed

Not having yet been warned

Alas, the ship reaches the planet so vast

Entombed by a great spider’s cast

All the young unloaded, they reach the ticket taker

A jolly old chap, but one who’s truly a faker

Knowing that which lies ahead, they sigh

Rainbows of innocence leaking from their eyes

In forests shades of misty blue

The fathers peel away the kids’ cocoons

O, the rain so sweet

It puddles ‘round their feet

Alas, now a pink cloud hovers

Showering golden acid rain, burning feet to smolders

The rain now gone, the fathers shave their hair

But the children still know not why they’re there

And wrinkled elephants vomit and laugh in pleasure

Forcing children to watch, taking valued treasure

Now in a valley so very pale

The fathers take their toys in this vale

The elephants tie the children to their bellies

Spraying vomit into their mouths now welted

Returned to the feet of their fathers’ love

They’re harshly induced to hack the blood of their lungs

Pitted against gargantuan snakes

Truly, what are the stakes?

Led to hollow caves of stench

They must venture forth, lest they be lynched

In the vale, a cleansing wind blows

Beating their bodies and burning their bowels

They must bite the apples in the trees as they sway

Lest they all be blown away

The children so poor

Having humanity sucked out of every pore

Emerging from the trees is Lucifer the snake

Forcing taint ‘pon their tongues, foulness to make

All the while melted snow floods down

Meant to bring life, it only brings frowns

Now writhing in agony on the ground

Their fathers lift them up without a sound

To them, they say, “We are the planet!

Think what you may, but you’re slaves in the end.”

The hostage kids must bend to the planet’s mood

After all, it is for their own good

And yes, the children do listen

To think any way other’d be a sin

The fathers drive them all to seclusion

Prolonging the planet’s sick perversion

In the jungles amongst the howling apes

The children do the fathers rape

Beating them senseless ‘till their broken and ill

It’s a sure-fire way to slowly kill 