Abattoir

 

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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