Creatures of angelic grace,
Hide their true demonic face,
Spreading out across the earth,
Further still with each new birth,
Soulless beasts with no remorse,
Parasites to each resource,
Taking what was never free,
Driven by a fallacy,
Insects lining up for death,
Drawing out their final breath,
Nature will regain her hold,
Once our bones have long gone cold.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 10:44 AM UTC
Creatures of angelic grace,
Hide their true demonic face,
Spreading out across the earth,
Further still with each new birth,
Soulless beasts with no remorse,
Parasites to each resource,
Taking what was never free,
Driven by a fallacy,
Insects lining up for death,
Drawing out their final breath,
Nature will regain her hold,
Once our bones have long gone cold.
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher
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