Khaos
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The day before it wasn't snowing.
The trees are strangers, leering, disapproving in the ash of winter ..my world, my life, my wandering path.
I pray God's eyes may once again gaze upon me and remind me that I am still His child.
I only (think) I remember the first line but the last one I remember. It has quite a few more lines that I don't remember. It is rumored this was written first as a letter by a soldier. After he died it was added to and edited by others. In my opinion, it has become a symbol for the collective guilt my parents' generation feels for what became of the world.
What I find interesting about this is, this poem was written by a man named Larry Cluck in 2006. Yet you can find this poem in the John Titor chat archives in 2001.
This is the version from 2006:
The day before it wasn't snowing.
After amber suns made our Earth now glowing.
The trees are strangers, leering, disapproving
In the ash of winter, are minds are now moving
My world, my life, my wandering path.
It seems not God, but man's own wrath.
I pray God's eyes may us once again,
Gaze upon us at our end.
We will rebuild, we will renew,
From a world of greed and lust that left so few.
Remind me that I am still his child.
And provide us with your mercy mild.