Earth Breaker

The greed and appetite of humanity leaves nothing for the mouth of Mother Earth

What was fire, is now ashes, as the time that passes

The day is dawning, the world is falling

A mother carrying her miscarriage from the heartless carcass of her failed marriage

Within the insanctuary of another buried to merrily cradle the lost and stagger on through the frostful holocaust until the day the demons gone unto the darkness looming through the future

Winter, within the blizzards scope we are hopeless targets blooming flowers in the wind, put out in the open, waiting in the gentle breath, debris unneeded faded shadows broken

Snow pursuing, always moving on

A queen comes from us pawns

There may only be one

Decide the time of your demise and wait, don’t tempt fate

There is no redemption mentioned, no soul to sate, only the aura and euphoria of fragrant hate

Procreating as a statement stuck in status with the moon of Satan

Entombed within the sanity of a humanity that kills it followers and swallows their bodies sobbing silently while the violence peaks society’s sobriety screams naivety over the scenery of corpses among the horsemen of the apocalypse philosophers that prosper off the offspring of a dead thing called God

Is it not odd, wrong to assume our place in the world and face creation itself, and take the tongue that speaks for us, rip it from its mouth?

We speak openly, we hope nihilistically, we grieve viciously, and breed greed within our creed odiously, throats that bleed words that are never heard over the constant robotic crushing rush of voices

Psychotic in our offices, our cities, our schools, just mules, fools

And I am no better, I do not listen to Mother Earth, I do not hear her bones shatter as the world chatters laughter among the human happy ever afters

I do not see the pollution in the skies

I do not see through her eyes as we populate and sanctify our alibis

I do not feel her body drilled into for oil I cannot begin to even feel the dirt the life behind the soil

I do not sense her beating heat beneath my feet

I do not hear the fragility of her virginity being taken

I must be mistaken

Author's Note

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