Tis a consumation,
A union, an ending.
Of two once perfect beings,
into one ugly monstrosity.
A human,
Happy in its ignorance,
Flew through clouds,
of excellence and ecxtasy.
A world,
Self contained,
Existing in balance,
One thing leading to the next.
One had what the other dreaded,
Each wanting and hating that desire,
Humans seeking meaning,
Earth seeking change.
But they lied to each other,
and created a true marriage,
where love fades,
and gives way to distain.
Humans saught meaning,
and found an entire universe,
but the vastness made them blind,
the possibilities killed themselves.
Earth searched for change,
and found it in equal abundance,
But it wasn't gentle tap so much as a,
pounding fist on the scales of life.
A world being eaten,
by the indecision of man.
A people being crushed,
under weights they ignore.
Self consuming,
Centre focused,
Self combusting,
Centre rotting.
Tis a consumption,
A cycle, an abomination,
Of two fundemantally sick things,
Becoming nothing new.
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