Scourge of man
"It’s not too late to chose another path”-David Suzuki
Propitious.
Prolonging life with luxury, providing boon throughout every new moon. Helping hands hungrily plunder boon throughout every new moon. Still the source carrying on, prolonging life yet not its own. Creatively crafting basic necessities which we make our commodities, providing boon throughout every new moon. Helping hands turn to beasts to slaves of selfishness, the source’s scary scourge. Throughout every moon boon brings blessings of food to the now hungry beast. Stripping the water, the land the sky, crippling the source until it begins to die. The source still provides for the beast as a caring parent does.
Corroded
Depleted
Defeated
Doomed
Catastrophe.
In the last moments of the mother life, the once helping hands unknowingly devour the last breath, the last ounce of resource, the very last boon. Only later the once proud beast, now corroded and depleted as well. Reflects on its former glory, being once proud, powerful, in its prime struck down what made it what it once was. Providing food on the land and sea, but corroded by the beast to become smarter, faster, stronger. This beast was no longer at its peak was defeated, doomed and in its last moments realised its wrongful decision on destroying what once provided everything, it was its world. Catastrophe strikes and the world destroyed, the beast through greed and decay overtook the mother, spreading plague and death through all other things, the mother could not stop the beast the proud,the primal, the one true monster on the mother. Destroyed her.
"It’s not too late to chose another path”-David Suzuki
Propitious.
Prolonging life with luxury, providing boon throughout every new moon. Helping hands hungrily plunder boon throughout every new moon. Still the source carrying on, prolonging life yet not its own. Creatively crafting basic necessities which we make our commodities, providing boon throughout every new moon. Helping hands turn to beasts to slaves of selfishness, the source’s scary scourge. Throughout every moon boon brings blessings of food to the now hungry beast. Stripping the water, the land the sky, crippling the source until it begins to die. The source still provides for the beast as a caring parent does.
Corroded
Depleted
Defeated
Doomed
Catastrophe.
In the last moments of the mother life, the once helping hands unknowingly devour the last breath, the last ounce of resource, the very last boon. Only later the once proud beast, now corroded and depleted as well. Reflects on its former glory, being once proud, powerful, in its prime struck down what made it what it once was. Providing food on the land and sea, but corroded by the beast to become smarter, faster, stronger. This beast was no longer at its peak was defeated, doomed and in its last moments realised its wrongful decision on destroying what once provided everything, it was its world. Catastrophe strikes and the world destroyed, the beast through greed and decay overtook the mother, spreading plague and death through all other things, the mother could not stop the beast the proud,the primal, the one true monster on the mother. Destroyed her.