an artificial acid-rain
as the herds cry out
in latent and altricial pain
and it's all burning
and it's all yearning
All too pretentious,
too belated,
and insane
The fields still give yield
to abundant fruit & grain
for hands that wield
a blood's eternal stain
and it's all unjust
and it's all a must
All too restricted,
all too predicted,
too permanent,
and germane
The grave gives a shelter
that no flesh ever could
as winds & waters welter
perhaps just as they should
and it's all sinking
and it's all shrinking
All too deigning,
too draining,
and contained
The mirrors do nothing
in reflection or refrain
for the sake of... something
unseen within its pane
and it's all staring
and it's all glaring
All too much a blight,
too harshly bright,
too humanly
humane
The world's as we made it,
-as it is, and shall remain
as we foster or abate it
to be monstrous or mundane
and it's all so telling
and it's all dispelling
All so bitumenous,
all so numenous,
so properly
profane
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