Oil Painting
Grotesque synthetics change the picture of life’s landscaping
Scraping the colors of sand and waves away with an oily smear
Cursed by greedy circumstance
Creation is Given no choice or defense from a penetrating glob of
destruction
Darkened waters crust from an unrelenting black hole
Humanity is left stirring in a slick soupy sludge
Sticky footprints leave imprints of liquid graves washed upon barren
shores
No way to ever erase the scars that etch out extinction
The guilty will drown with no way to cleanse their souls
While the innocent are mired in the seepage that consumes them
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