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    dots Submission Name: Caveatdots

    Author: Me Rambling
    Elite Ratio:    5.91 - 279/319/51
    Words: 150
    Class/Type: Random Thoughts/Misc
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       This won't be left up here for long. It's just so that I don't forget how I wanted to put it together for later. I've had three separate dreams in the past few days that formed this.

    It's essentially about a group of aliens coming to Earth to inform us that it's time for us to leave if we want to survive as a species. No one listens to their advice on how to do it, but children are somehow drawn to their truths easier than adults.

    The children find a way to sacrifice themselves on Earth to be reborn / cultivated on another planet through the flesh of the aliens.

    While the aliens were on Earth, they found a band that for some reason they enjoyed (yes, I know this band, haha), and they somehow find a meaning in the bands music that they themselves didn't even know existed.

    They told everyone on Earth that they must contribute to the success of the human race (not leaving empty handed), but to only use what is absolutely necessary to survive while on the planet (take only what you need).

    It's a delicate balance that man cannot achieve, and there's no hope left. Only the children find the way to ascend, and the music of the band is the path to the ascension.

    As I said, I'm not done yet.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.


    And they rose from their seats,
    to applaud them
    So far traveled,
    for no purpose known
    The caveat ignored.

    And the Children stare into their eyes,
    for them they are Gods,
    stretched across sins not heard,
    nor spoken
    Not even written.

    They return to them,
    as nothing.

    And to drink their words,
    is to eat their flesh,
    Left wondering aloud,
    yet alone,
    they only wished to give...

    But no one would take it.

    And again they rose from their seats,
    to applaud them,
    so far traveled,
    any reason unknown,
    The caveat is ignored.

    And only one rule was given,
    and to them it was spoken,
    do not return empty handed,
    but take only what you need.

    The aliens rose from their seats,
    to hear this music,
    so far traveled,
    not finding their answers,
    yet left with no questions.

    Submitted on 2007-05-01 03:32:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I think you could probably take even more meaning out of this - it might be extremely metaphorical and one of those poems that you've gotta completely disect, but it would be (for lack of any other words) Friggin' Amazing. I love this part:

    And to drink their words,
    is to eat their flesh,
    Left wondering aloud,
    yet alone,
    they only wished to give...

    Tell me when you get it done as you want it so I can come see the one you're going to keep. :)
    | Posted on 2007-09-09 00:00:00 | by stefhy | [ Reply to This ]
      Interesting, really.
    So what do you take, what is the only thing you need?
    Your heart I'd say
    in the hand or on the sleeve. No ones empty with a bit of love .....
    Well that was a bit of useless type really wasnt it,, but oh well.
    Happy days
    | Posted on 2007-07-02 00:00:00 | by Andz | [ Reply to This ]
      ahhh...the sound of silence...a CrankSpit band...well hell yeah...think you're fUcking with this...well HELL NO
    | Posted on 2007-05-02 00:00:00 | by austin | [ Reply to This ]
      Rob, only you could conjure something like this up.
    Children being reborn into Alien Skin, being the only ones that may ascend to greatness by A CrankSpit Bandů.
    | Posted on 2007-05-01 00:00:00 | by theDevilsPocket | [ Reply to This ]

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