- Grey waters rushing to the beach smells of death rise up into the air
- Lifeless things crusted into the sand creatures seen as less than us
- Confusion pours into my head I try to shake it off the deer crossing as the truck rams into it with intent in front of me
- Slow steam rising from the factories air to thick with poison to breath
- Part of the year the signs go up, no swimming allowed
- Man made disasters mother earth covers the ruination with little flowers
- Bleeding won't stop she dies slowly as we watch
- She adds lies upon lies
- A world in torment as grey waters are rushing to the beach
*** Written by: Derrick A Jasper Nov 18th 2014 Copy right belongs to Derrick A Jasper No part of this may be reproduced without permission from the writer.
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