Trees surround me, enormous green umbrellas erupting from rotten dead life.
It is peaceful her, I am peaceful here.
The mistakes we made, the monuments to folly fade.Hat filled streets and police beats silenced by pine scented absence and Nuthatch tweets.
In the grand scheme of time our concrete and glass are but seconds passed in a season, this land is ancient and it will not forget or forgive our brutal rape and murder.
We are not forever and our history will not be debated or discussed in Courts of bark and Parliaments of stone.
Everything that is will return to the sea, and it's stagnant churning waves will swallow the testament to the greatness of the idiot called man
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