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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-08-07 | | Adam's Nightmare by mazHur This is not the same earth I came to from Heaven; It's an ocean of bewildered men A sea of befuddled women. So many offspring will I have didn't occur to me before, the fuller sight of diverse faces tends to make my heart sore. Away from Nature it all seems, Life on Earth seems handicapped, Food and drink and gait and garb by the snare of Science entrapped. Oh, my children! What have you done, miserable you have turned my place! My camels and donkeys and sheep are gone, your noisy vehicles lack solace. You have routed my little cottage, the cozy shelter Eve took pride in; I hate the sight of your ugly shoe-boxes and the concrete high-rises so mean. Chemicals flowing in every vein, refuse scattered here and there; Mother Nature half-choked to death, politics and terror reigning everywhere. Oh, no, this is certainly not my Earth! This isn't the place where my first foot fell; The Earth which the gracious God had built for me You fella's have simply turned into Hell!
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