Creaking whispers evacuating
Interfere legs with sting
A pair of spy buoys bubble bashfully
Crashing life's essence, stealing a beauty fling
Cheating the forces of nature in his head
Explosive equipment planted marinating soil hard to tread
With it's silver tongs of man's red thread
He watched over time
Over months
The green tentacles sign
Forgery titles like black and blue
Its talons grinding on the soft neck of natural wonder
Ascending superior to the heavens
Hell's favour complimenting the vulnerable vacuum between the omniscient masters fingers
Subduing an anti matter
Impossible to miss
Excused but Almighty's small fist
The wondering wrinkles of a futile smile map his face with virtues of a hindering flower
Still perspiring an anguish to cease it's petals plummeting
As the colorful inflammation of heat consumes his nurtures
He waits listening, staring, accepting a demise
Of mother nature's creatures
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