• Man's Canvas
    I feel as if i have become part of it all.
    My soul, one with the artist nature.
    I feel as if i hold her brush, pondering the scene to craft on this unique canvas.
    I admire her handy work and must make it better.
    It's all so perfect how shall I make it better.
    Can i make it better?
    I know I will paint what I desire, my inspiration has come to me.
    Smoke shall consume the sky, use black paint instead of blue.
    Brown paint will be the ocean for, polluted and destroyed.
    Red shall be bloodshed for the hostile life around me.
    Green not for grass, but smog in which I paint.
    Yellow and orange can do no harm, but can only make better.
    Yellow and orange will stay off this canvas.
    I have crafted the world in the image I cause.
    Mankind was my inspiration, destruction my colors.