nature is sorry.

*Observation Post*

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Nature is vengeful,

how dare we ruin Her beauty?

we are killing Her creatures,

tearing down Her children to give ours room to grow

we suffocate Her with carbon emissions

after burning Her claimed victims

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Nature is patient.

after living for billions of years,

a couple centuries doesn’t feel too long

revenge doesn’t need to be immediate,

the longer it sits, the sweeter it tastes

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Nature is calculating.

She shifts Her surface to rock our foundations,

builds mountains for us to climb,

creates floods to drown us

and fuels the fires we light ourselves

to watch us burn from Her high perch

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Nature is quiet.

She strikes when your head is turned,

when you thought it couldn’t get any worse

when you’ve given up on kneeling

She likes to kick you when you’re down

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Nature is angry.

Nature is cold.

but She is fair.

She never does anything without reason

Her wrath is always deserved,

no matter how brutal

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Nature is at war with god.

She believes trials are supposed to be punnishments,

not gifts to make you stronger

She believes in justice, worshiped Hammurabi

and his phrase, “an eye for an eye”

god’s agenda doesn’t match Her own,

so they battle above our heads,

throwing grenades of thunder and swinging swords of lightning

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Nature is forlorn.

She’s fighting a losing battle without soldiers

She’s strong, but not strong enough

god’s warriors are weak, but expendable

and man’s hands are poisoning Her

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Nature is dying.

rusted metal and oil slicks cover Her face,

drills and cranes carve the gold from Her heart

Her children are sick, and Her skin is burned, tainted

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nature surrenders to God.

He was right all along, revenge isn’t the answer

war isn’t worth losing everything

and sometimes, mistakes are made

but you shouldn’t be defined by them

nature see’s God’s vision,

she understands now

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nature is sorry.

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-The Splintered Pencil