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Feb 2011
What is this?
Enclosed, surrounded, but not trapped
in this valley
unaware of the beauty
that surrounds us.

What is this?
Changing, destroying, and killing
the natural world,
the only real living world
that surrounds us.

This is what we have become:
careless, destructive, and un-natural.

What is this?
Damaged, demolished, but not created
are these mountains;
everything we touch
is now vile.

Who are we?
Look at the problems.
What are we?
Animals?
Beasts?

No, we are monsters.
Monster wrecking the only
real and beautiful things
left in this world.
we are monsters.

What we have become
is no longer human.
Written by
Lilly Bug
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     its gonna make sense and shhh
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