Sep 2018
Nothing
is left to find
We know it all
The explorers are dead
Nothing
is magical anymore
We already know
where
we are going
And we're not leaving
We're conciled
to this part of the Universe
which we've already
managed to
destroy
The heat has arrived, to
torch our land and it's too
late
Now
Hell
comes to us.
--------------------------
AHB | 9.08.2018.
is left to find
We know it all
The explorers are dead
Nothing
is magical anymore
We already know
where
we are going
And we're not leaving
We're conciled
to this part of the Universe
which we've already
managed to
destroy
The heat has arrived, to
torch our land and it's too
late
Now
Hell
comes to us.
--------------------------
AHB | 9.08.2018.
A poem about how we are slowly destroying the planet and how we seemly seem to do too little, too late.
