Dusty Memories

What a great big mess we are.
Humans. People.
Anyone with half a soul.
We fumble around in the darkness of our existence,
without true aim. We see our time here as infinite,
when it’s so obviously not.
When the Earth takes back what is hers,
we will be remembered as the long winded plague
that refused to compromise.

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