His view glimpses upon the great plain
Industrialized landscapes
Nature's pure live creations
Soiled by human hands
Dead creatures roam the earth
Artificial, lifeless beings
Upon which he cannot prey
However far he may fly
The same pictures appear
A nightmare that has sprayed
A vision cloned forevermore
Things that we choose
Not to exist
Shall never return
Lost in the deep, dark
Foreign void of extinction
Things that we choose
Not to survive
Shall never be reborn
Lost in the sun deprived
Black hole of annihilation
Beauty uni-dimensional
Marketed and bought
Divinity deformed
Sanctity avoided
Dead creatures roam the earth
Artificial, lifeless beings
Upon which he cannot prey
The great bird of prey returns
To his place of birth
Found nothing to prey on anymore
Nowhere else to fly to
Nowhere left to hide
His nest destroyed
Disoriented
Gets shot by a redneck
And fucking dies
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