Philip Daniel Cook

The Gravity' Of The Situation

To destroy; to create is a form of art fare.

And what we do must impact the planet 

completely is buried under old cities.

 

But the ocean cannot clean,

what is already

immoral act to

wash our minds!

 

When all sense was lost.

Wings for judgement.

On a juggernaut planet.

 

Because we are the only light in a galaxy

gone dark. 

 

I am born to sin.

Must also be born to virtue.

Or better yet torn from

a cloth.



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