01-11-2014, 06:18 AM
There's a not-so-subtle song lyric smuggled in here. In fact, it's that song that inspired this sonnet. Bonus points if you can spot it.
Escape
Version 2.0
The young are slaved and sold to lives of sin
as zealots bomb and terrorize the towns.
Pandemics spread and scatter death around,
and woe to man as climate change begins!
The threat of nukes that melt the bone from skin
are made by men who've bought and sold the crown.
Humanity, in whole, is going down
as Satan shows his cold and calloused grin.
For precious instants, though, I can escape-
a sanctuary in your auburn eyes
where I can lay and just forget the world.
With you I'm free, reality reshaped
into a blissful, pure, and perfect guise
where fear and fate and love are loosely blurred.
Escape
The young are sold and never seen again
as zealots bomb and terrorize the towns.
Pandemics spread and scatter death around,
and woe to man as climate change begins!
The threat of nukes that melt the bone from skin
are made by men who've bought and sold the crown.
Humanity, in whole, is going down
as Satan shows his cold and calloused grin.
For precious instants, though, I can escape-
a sanctuary in your auburn eyes
where I can lay and just forget the world.
With you I'm free, reality reshaped
into a blissful, pure, and perfect guise
where fear and fate and love are loosely blurred.
Escape
Version 2.0
The young are slaved and sold to lives of sin
as zealots bomb and terrorize the towns.
Pandemics spread and scatter death around,
and woe to man as climate change begins!
The threat of nukes that melt the bone from skin
are made by men who've bought and sold the crown.
Humanity, in whole, is going down
as Satan shows his cold and calloused grin.
For precious instants, though, I can escape-
a sanctuary in your auburn eyes
where I can lay and just forget the world.
With you I'm free, reality reshaped
into a blissful, pure, and perfect guise
where fear and fate and love are loosely blurred.
Escape
The young are sold and never seen again
as zealots bomb and terrorize the towns.
Pandemics spread and scatter death around,
and woe to man as climate change begins!
The threat of nukes that melt the bone from skin
are made by men who've bought and sold the crown.
Humanity, in whole, is going down
as Satan shows his cold and calloused grin.
For precious instants, though, I can escape-
a sanctuary in your auburn eyes
where I can lay and just forget the world.
With you I'm free, reality reshaped
into a blissful, pure, and perfect guise
where fear and fate and love are loosely blurred.
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!

