The Abattoir’s

a Blood filled Scar


The Oceans

Deep and filling fast,


The Forests cleared

of all that heals


The Sky is Torn

Our Paths revealed.


A Man once Upright 

starts to Stoop


A Sea of Plenty

wont Recoup, 


A Field once Ploughed,

now Stacked Cement


An ancient Spirit

Fully spent.   

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