In every place, you removed the earth, took its metals, plundered its jewels, raped its forest's, you set up your machinations, your powers for your own good...your devices of intervention, your blockages to breath and flow of God's creation...you set the time to ticking, to repay what you stole, from the life of the world. The balances blown, 'the rooster crow', and it all comes home...to roost.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico
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