In this plastic world, where scorching summers and barren lands,
soil erodes
fires eating forests, destroying wildlife
until the last million years
where the earth had bliss,
a harmony between species and The Mother
Yet a devil's spawn
the very need for evolution
counteracted environment the devil child considers home,
slowly setting on fire,
the revolution of machines,
mighty civilizations collapse
war for peace
Yet a narrow minded truce
a deal the planet never saw
a mere parasyte with
immense knowledge yet a
terrible ignorance
when finally the Earth had crumbled
to scorching flames
slowly transforming the Elysium
into Valhalla
a quest for Vinland where
devils could remain in harmony
a final exodus, the parasyte sets onto
another paradise
where they could be at peace
purging the Vinland
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Hunt for Vinland
PoetryHey, so today is Earth day. I've written a short poem on how we have influenced the environment.
