Blood-thirsty man

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Eternal sleep!
Souls liberator, body’s enemy.
We, like drifters, do not glide;
But crash in to slumber.

Blood-thirsty man!
Quinch not, this infernal, thirst.
On innocence at your mercy.
Your sword is to no avail.
Your foot-steps, stole life, left deserts behind.

Eternal-ravaging!
The earth shrinks into itself.
And dowers man with tears.
Oceans to drown in.

Bloodied-earth!
Centaures, trees, have fallen.
They, who remain, will be no more.
The green blood of life;
Pulsates, no more, in your crust.

Curst-man!
The plague, illusion of greatness;
Has pock-marked the earth.
Scarred forever.

Careful, caution, trod slow.
Burn not, the earth, in your haste.

Man, healer!
Feel the pain; the muffled cry,
Of earth suffocated by blood.
Come heal!





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