like a field of swords
all in a heap
is a lawn of
grass to me
for all i see
is war and hate
murder
and misery
by all those things
that squirm
and bite
and buzz
and live
amongst that sea
of nature's saber-edged
reminders
that earth is
hell
and a
violent place
to be
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