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The Rotting Skin of Earth

The Rotting Skin of Earth

The day the sky turned itself inside out It's flesh colored organs dropped on a windy cities partial humanity. Havoc busted the torn ligaments of the clouds when prey came running from the mountain peak, blood rained and poured into the contaminated water. The beams that once held in good faith the spine of the atmosphere now rusted and tore in the rains bloody shore.

The soil once green now oozed a color not yet in the array of dreams, Graveyards pounded with life, the slowly rotting corpses rose from down under and blew a breathe of undead terror into the forest's waltzing birds. Murmurs of hell surounded survivors but the suns lasting happiness showcased a newly found euphoria, one not easily understood by the brain dead aliens in the creases of a decaying universe.

The day the earths flesh was exposed, Millions arose from their sleepy valley of nostalgic colors. Peace was preached but limitations could not uphold the desolation already instilled in every last word, Thoughts were robbed from the seeping saliva on the tip of the tongue and now as you gaze into eternity you haven't got a clue where you're from.
A Blue and Green tomb floats aimlessly in space, the moonlight shines in remembrance of beauty and grace.

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Silent Dreamer

This felt like a painting is expressing itself, I so loved this! I have never seen this before, I'm in awe!! Amazingly doneπŸ‘πŸ½πŸ‘πŸ½πŸ˜

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Jose Flores

Thank you, this poem exercised my creativity like no other before it. I kinda fell in love with it.

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