From above
They came for us
Earthlings stranded by their own despair
Two hands and a mossy branch
Accepting who was not in question
They were hungry
well for us obviously
From Above it's not so big
Only as much as humans see.
They seek vast explanations for our resourceful torture
Mother has not taught them the same as we
For me it was not about space or the orders of society
Finding ways beyond discovery
I was keeping slashy trends to a MUTE
Is undeniably felt
wept by our swept leaves
let us... Die
Sincerely,
The Trees
Earthlings stranded by their own despair
Two hands and a mossy branch
Accepting who was not in question
They were hungry
well for us obviously
From Above it's not so big
Only as much as humans see.
They seek vast explanations for our resourceful torture
Mother has not taught them the same as we
For me it was not about space or the orders of society
Finding ways beyond discovery
I was keeping slashy trends to a MUTE
Is undeniably felt
wept by our swept leaves
let us... Die
Sincerely,
The Trees
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