rust and ichor
veins are lacerations
and ruptured
seams
no idyllic countryside
sinkholes and lava
from the skin
to the bone marrow
from the ribcage
to the deepest
HEART
the earth is bleeding
edged with scarlet
a septic wound
her nature spasming with
her groaning
whales die from their
weeping
sea life washed ashore
in their hundreds
of thouands
birds fall from the sky
white doves become
black as ravens
oily and ravenous
mass extinction
honey bees
will be
no
more
to
pollinate
anything
the earth is bleeding
war's bitter wine
seeps from every pore
of mankind
hatred the cup of
the world
the grail to be drunk
deeply
til tomorrow is
sated and
there is no longer
any blood
to
be
spilled**
soulsurvivor
(c) 6/10/2015
I've been off site
A friend does research on the
animal die offs and the other
plights of our planet
Only my faith in the Lord
keeps me from being extremely depressed
The fact is that we will never be able
to heal what we have done to
this planet. Wars are escalating.
Is there anything that can be done?
Well. I have a suggestion.
PRAY.
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