Timelapse

We left our artworks

on the stone walls

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and walked into the world:

a hazy, nagging dream.

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The landscapes looked like comfort

but carried so much hatred

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we struggled, and we suffered,

and they pillaged it all.

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They found the oil

miles beneath our feet,

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they built the factories,

they swallowed our species,

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they buried the bones

having licked them clean.

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The flashes that come now

tear descendants to tatters

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their skin turned to jelly,

their bones roasted black.

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The jaundiced plasma is separate,

the exhausted limbs long for escape.

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And there, in their uniforms,

they spread a paranoia,

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their corruption unending,

they gnaw at their own tail.

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We watch on, now,

from inside those caves

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too afraid to come out,

to be turned into slaves.

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Their machines eat them whole,

the furnaces they built

now burn their hands,

and then tear their homes down.