Is Life nothing more than Death beating in The Human Tragedy?
A dire race for self-destruction, lost in space;
It's victim: a small blue planet, like a flower to be devoured by a swarm of insatiable, starving insects..
What have we done to this place?
We the people; we the pests; we the invasive species;
We are concocting euthanizing pesticides to put us out of our dying misery;
We have dug our own graves in the name of "making a living" and have nowhere left to sow the seed.
Take us back to Death's fertile womb at the hour of our conception;
Let us abort the blood-thirsty parasite consuming her.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Is Life nothing more than Death beating in The Human Tragedy?
A dire race for self-destruction, lost in space;
It's victim: a small blue planet, like a flower to be devoured by a swarm of insatiable, starving insects..
What have we done to this place?
We the people; we the pests; we the invasive species;
We are concocting euthanizing pesticides to put us out of our dying misery;
We have dug our own graves in the name of "making a living" and have nowhere left to sow the seed.
Take us back to Death's fertile womb at the hour of our conception;
Let us abort the blood-thirsty parasite consuming her.
Fall 2014
San Marcos, CA
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