Oh God help us,
Braid us in tangles of weeds.
Make us of bushes and trees.
For we are of locusts,
We plead!
Take from us this hatred and greed.
We don't want to be this worlds disease.
As your creations, we break and we bleed.
But we're too careful... too steady you see.
We run so perfect, to graceful, so free!
Can you not smite us to some degree?
Take our legs, our ability to flee,
So we can't run, because I guarantee...
If you let me live in oblivious jubilee,
I will turn this damned world to debris.
A contest entry
- Harmony and Chaos-Arthur Braginsky by JinSays.
900 points, ended January 26, 9 entries
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Comments
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Amen.
I hear ya, feeling that way tonight myself.
Thank you for this entry, and I wish you the very best.
Love,
jin
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