The Slow Decay
The Slow Decay
The sea is bound, writhing, and in pain. As free as the blood in our veins.
Who is going to weather the earth's sorrows, to take it by the hands?
Humans use what they have to the point of abuse, who spare nothing but a few.
The trees fall and animals slowly suffocate, as it all slowly fades away.
The earth is living, suffering.
Who is going to stop the pain, and the slow genocide of this day and age?
This slow decay...