Pestilence, senility, mortality...
All lives will decrepit into such hideous end
Why retain, rebuild, reinforce these ugliness
Make haste the cleans of the repulsive dross
No cement cemetery, no tombstone
Refill the grave with stones and earth
For grass to outgrow the gash
Better plant many a tree
To replenish a better world
- Author: arobot ( Offline)
- Published: May 4th, 2022 09:28
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
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