this is our humanity our lifeless known society on money, we feed our lungs filled with greed the sky smog gray streetlights can't light a way
mother earth dies cleaning up the messy ties somewhere out in the woods swallowing rotten mundane corpses in both sea and land with the use of soil and sand
we are, within, depending on a layer so thin knowing it's condition forcing cures and fixes to happen in ways so simple it wouldn't repair in any angle
there is nothing to do but complain for you cannot merely fix what has already been broken