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Aug 2018
We are ******
Til we die

So were our parents
I guess we had to be conceived somehow
we just got lucky enough to contract this S.T.D. Called life

And it’s killing us

Then we get brain-bent over
****** by reality
She is not gentle
But we need her

We take out whatever we believe in
On her
And then we **** her back
A fist in the air
As we stake a claim
To the world she showed us

Plunging our flags into her soft earth
Erecting whatever we see fit
Cramming her full of our essence

We are here!
Let me impregnate you!
Spreading our life all over the face of her globe

She stretches her canyons wider than before
After all, She has to accommodate our ego now

She swallows every inch
And as she spreads, still wider
We fall into that glowing space in between

Tectonic plates are her payback
This is her stomping ground
It’s her turn for ******
She reaches her peak at Vesuvius
Releasing all her warmth in flows of magma and heated and batted eyelashes

We have a mistress
And she knows it too well

I’ve been ******* so long it’s all I know
She taught us well
It’s only **** until you start pushing back

My own species
My planet

Let us gaze into free will
Live as the earth
And we will see we are no better than that which we despise

God doesn’t force our hand
But craves our heart
The world is the only cruelty he gave us
And the rest is still left on our shoulders as we disrobe
Damon Beckemeyer
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Damon Beckemeyer  19/M/Missouri
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