Nature Without Man
Once a field now a highway
how did this happen?
Is love the only thing
For me to feel anymore?
Fear is just as real
God's love for mankind
Is an indifferent one. Unknown
to his followers
I want a mountain
to call my home as I wilt
from my body into it
From Dust to dust we
return but never know from where
that dust came or why
These secrets will not tell
me their mysteries and they
may never be known
Murder is a choice
but death is a given. Still the
mailman delivers
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