Gaia
Scars cross and infiltrate her natural beauty,
leaving her soul ever greater.
The most beautifully horrific landscape,
shes ruined and nurtured,
purged, abandoned,
loved, raped,
sculpted,
shaped by the men of her womb.
'Cause "Shes perfect but must change".
Deeper than the chaos she inspires
she lays.
Her flesh, her grave.
Suffocate.
Asphyxiate.
Cursed by forgiveness and adaptability to this state.
The stars map her disintegration and regeneration by generations past and present it to the present,
likely to be unseen,
perhaps,
Her demise is
Our fate.
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