Gaia's Death
Can you still hear the cries of your Great Mother? Or has she like the masses given up? She too has been numbed by the breathing machine that is meant to give life. She too has forgotten her chosen and longs to forget even more. After being enslaved, raped, scarred, blisters popped, and starved, she now waits to slowly die but finds it as painful as living.
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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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