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I wrote this one day while driving home on a highway. Like everything i write it came out in about 5 minutes. c4c if you want aswell.

What would be the most
captivating of hills, now
corrupted by the pestilence
that is humanity.
The natural shapes crushed
smooth, and tarred.
The life flees in terror, an
effort in vain to spare
themselves from this
monstrosity.
The noise enough to scare
away the heavens, this land
is unhallowed.
The light of day creeps
slowly through the dense
smog, striving to show its
splendor to a world obsessed
with materialistic desire.
The weather grows harsher and
new more brutal ways are
developed to combat it.
Only one thing is pure now.
But so few truly know or have
it.
You will never be one of
those people.