In isolation it is untainted
When the newly isolated arrive
It and society are acquainted
Its purity can no longer survive
To their basic needs the island supplies
But their sanity it cannot sustain
It quickly becomes the one they despise
But they have no choice except to remain
On innocent land the humans leave scars
In the process of sinister pursuits
Burning its creatures underneath the stars
It is witness to their deadly disputes
And now in blood paradise holds its stains
The disease is gone but the taint remains
Author notes
Based upon Lord of the Flies
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