Raised voices in a coffin. The arrogance of an irrelevant death. Gripping the flat planes of rotting wood with unfairness and rage. The cries of filthy infants unheeded in the urban rubble. Eyes ablaze with ego, slowly clouding over with marrow. Yellow skies choked with the sunset dust of fallout. The Earth will stop Peopling soon.
4:54 p.m. - 2021-03-17
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