No one remembered and no one cares for those who died then.
Life continues.
Long after and long before.
Since the first and long after the last.
From when life first breathed unto this world.
And to when we've stolen all it's air.
As we don't last long.
We rot or burn.
Just as we condemn this planet.
Do we not feel the weight of our guilt or the planet's pain?
And because, after all, we are only human and therefore are perfect and hold ourselves just as until fault?
Do we not compare and destroy
all that we create?
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Only Human After All
PoetryInk not blood surges through my veins . One hundred word each, and yet a new ideal for each. Questions about this will be answered. I also take prompts for this and other types of writing. (fanfiction included) Looking for a new way to get the idea...
