Have we no recollection?
Have we no guilt?
Focused on the riches, too busy for the pain.
Begone the burden of life.

Unprepared for what follows.

The waters rise.
The sands swallow.
The heat of ten thousand fires scorch the skin we neglect and punish.
Is this the blood of black suits?
Why do you curse us?
Oh, how ignorance seeps through the pores of those burning beneath the blackened sun.

An ode to the ire.
The foul beast of mind.
A curse everlasting.

Death enveloped the green when man created machine.

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