Radiant seas salty and pure
tainted with night-
hug the fine edges of the earth
expanding from Her tears
And crisp air is a ghoul-
and he gobbles it up with greed
leaving soot in our mouths
Pain: sawing, metal pain She feels
All Her fallen children lay
in the back of a rusty old truck
And Her poor, precious creatures:
live in plastic packages
and run to continue existing
She holds an anguish unbearable to carry-
a rage as dangerous as a lightning storm-
and regret as deep as a wound
We were given a beloved gift
Entrusted with a glorious privilege
But we utilized it's properties
for our own gain
And now our world is worn and dying
Every minute it ages a decade
And when Her realm finally collapses-
It will be Mother Nature
to pick up the pieces once again
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