Now mother earth time has taken your tongue,
we poison your air, we cough in your lungs.
Spherical thoughts, images, notions you breed,
oh mother earth how painfully you bleed.
We pick, we pull, we tear your flesh through,
and scab your figure for the moon to view.
Oh mother earth you're hot, warm, you're cold,
your spot in this universe is wisely old.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 18th, 2026 05:14
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Comments1
A warning a proclamation of destruction well written and most lovely worded.
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