Despite everything we buried in our breasts, it’s ineffectual if there is nothing left. And even if we ceased to exist suddenly this very second, a millennia could not convalesce the catastrophic past damage. Our species decimates for “progress” with the ferocity of a virus knowing full well that it brings about its own end. Colossal devastation revealed in scorched vegetation. You can’t stop the zeitgeist. At least for me it has become clear everything is already in disrepair. We've turned this home into a wasteland to benefit the elite corporate profiteers. No hope of a rapture to redeem down here; I lost some of my faith over the years, but this is one of my lingering prayers: “Please G-d save us from ourselves.” Colossal devastation revealed in scorched vegetation. You can’t stop the zeitgeist. You can’t stop the shining.
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