posted on Apr, 24 2010 @ 08:42 PM
I can’t believe he said that lol
I'm writing a novel at the moment and here is a piece that I wrote.
Removing the veil
It was during the years of the third millennium; the Reptilian men thrust forward their power of control, Human wars engulfed the earth. All over the
world, government officials were stepping down as the power hungry New Earth Schemers took over each country one by one. Inside wars raged within the
New Earth Schemers, The eagle’s talons lashed out at the wise and noble throne. The people had gone about their daily lives for many years, blinded
by false reports and misleading information of what was going on in within their governments. Vaccines had been administered to those unlucky enough
to accept them; Terrorist attacks were at their peak, each group with different demands, the world’s prison’s over crowded with those who were
against the New Earth Schemers; technology speeded ahead, increasing the rate at which anything living would soon perish. The world had been poisoned
her air her earth and her trees, Gaia was dying, the peoples of her earth had done it again, but Gaia was forgiving, she understood that with every
good there must be an evil and without it the universe could not be. For everything has an opposite. Now with the silence, The Earth began to heal,
turning slowly, silently in the depth of space her waters settling on the newly upturned dust, her ocean floors emerging to breath in her air, in
sadness her highest mountains began sinking deep into her belly, they would not breath her air, see her sun or her moon again. The mountains and the
trees that once grew to reach the havens and the stars would now sink into her darkest depths. Yet with the slightest of hope and with the love of
Gaia she would find a new purpose for her beloved mountains. For life survived, the humans were not as powerful as they thought they were, for Gaia
had her own secrets and schemes. Her instinct for survival was strong, for she would not yield. As she had learnt, she had adapted, evolved and
overcame her torture. Time was all she had, for Gaia was wise she used that time to heal, to prepare her earth, her seeds were scattered, though weak
to begin with they also overcame, they grew and adapted just as Gaia had done.