The Essence Of Who I Am

Mother nature is a serial killer

She has trapped us onto her

Luring us to explore her

Hoping one day to find somewhere better

Something more

But then she brings out the knife

And cuts us off one by one

As we die we realize, she is only a murderer

What are we really looking for?

She is just trying to protect

What is still beautiful

We are used to winnning

And when we lose all we see is the horror

Not of what we have done

But a serial killer

M.A.P

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