Earth

We told them to stop
STOP STOP
I don’t want an of the bears
WE couldn’t care less what claws ripped away at the grass “The desolate lands always came to pass
Fr they grew dry among moist promise

Sacrificial lambs of drought and grass
Oh wow, there the clams go again
they never closed their comment
Always seeking more tunnels to prick and pine up with all of the sharp edges of doubt
Like a lying lion, on the prowl
Except the claws left it’s mane bare
So they never respected the might of it’s presence

Toss it behind the garbage, I wish you heard it


Never mind any ways, these words twist the ways one could see them self
I wish you could see me
I wish you wanted help

Instead you praise those empty talons
Wishing for the scales of a true, striving battle
But they are like cowards when the tides come

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