scabbed over planet.
tears so dry , skin scabbed over and dry that is what we are what were torn into , what they planet lays aruin, this is what we've done, we've created this heaven/hell complex of ourselvs, this is our future and present and past, is this really what we represent? if you doubt this i gotta show you the tears and the dirt mingled and muddy creasted with our blood, the blood of the people,nature and the rock that we crawl upon, this is what we are ,this what we've made of it, this is what we speak of when we say it's all going to hell away , set it free ,let it be don't fight it let it be.scabbed over planet.
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- jenifer
- alert but not enough sleep . hope my poems please thee.
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