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Jun 2014
A distant shrill of
Grinding gears
Sends chills throughout
The twentieth century's
Siren song.

The suited men
With crooked smirks
File in line to be
The first to eat
From concrete ****.

They tear
And they tear
And they tear
Clawing at nature's green
Humming as droning bees
Waking birds from their falling trees
They will be the first to eat.

Stripped lies mother earth
In a ****** heap
The end will be digitized

I've begun to blink
My vision falling into place
I've begun to think
These vultures defiled ancient peace

How can I?
How can they?
How can we?

My newly
Formed
Vision
Walks in
The sight
The plane of life
Betrayed by
It's own creation.

Humans are the plague.
Inspired by Between The Buried And Me
Max Alvarez
Written by
Max Alvarez  Dallas
(Dallas)   
762
   --- and Nadia DeLevea
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