The Dearly Hated

The people

It's the earth, you know
The beauty it holds in power and elegance
It's divine and unmatched
The stars and the tress and the everlasting life

It's the people, you know
That ruin everything good this is
That destroy all grace for luxury
The stars and the trees cry upon our presence

For this land may be pretty
But the people make it ugly
Perhaps to live alone is to be free
I've always loved the idea of divinity