(x = space)

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a promise to make do, make better

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nature will not mind

if we go outside

to kill him on the hill

far enough

away

from the glory

of our temple

and the palace

and the city

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maybe if we pledge

to clean up the trash after

make the hillside

beautiful

maybe re-purposed for

a cemetery

or something

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nature will not mind

if we control things

for a while

until

we have what we want

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God appears

approving of our final plans

which means

our enemies are gone

or prostrate

and we are left standing

everywhere

to rule

from being right

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pause

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what’s that

it’s dark

it shouldn’t be

there are noises

above and below the ground that

sound eldritch

even the cries from people

over the sobs

from the few who weep

honestly

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and now the earth is

split

and through so many places

so that we have to add to burying

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nature

we want to be your friend

we only need you for a while

to go along

with a simple execution

over and upon

one of your hills

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come on

work with us

play

with us

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we know you like to play

we experience

the seasons change

even through

our

desert places

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but then

the wilderness will change as well

when paradise is made

because

God is on our side

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