Farewell to the ark

There was a Land long time ago
Far, faraway. The Land of Spark.
Cold wind has come, begun to blow
And turned the Spark into the Dark.

I was a witness of these times,
I was a citizen of Land — a cursed.
I testified to the face of crimes,
I was a fool. I was the first.

My Land of Spark began to burn,
To burn the creatures, all the homes.
My Land of Spark had one concern:
Erase, deprive and sear hopes.

I was a boy, I was a man —
Young man of my dry eyes.
My life has cost much, much less than   
Dough in the shop of Christmas pies.

My Land was burning. I existed.
I lived like many others — silent.
We were the skinny men — the twisted.
We lived underground — in asylum.

Those who kept abilities to see,
To think, to realise, to doubt —
They hid all that to survive, to be.
Those who didn't — they burnt out.

Probably God was sick of it,
He took away the bloody Spark.
In a twinkling all the souls became a meat,
A huge piece of meat and part of Dark.

My Land was beautiful. I swear!
It was the Land of culture ark.
But this Land... It needed air.
It needed freedom...
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