i can't wait
to hide in the ruins
from the self proclaimed
rulers of this new
waste land
i can't wait
until the buildings crumble
and all secrets
are finally revealed
i can't wait
i'm so sick of waiting
i can't wait
i'm so sick of contemplating
i can't wait
until the streets
are a verdant splash of green
a tree in every crack
a weed in every crevice
and the lawns take over
the suburbs
i can't wait
until the hunter
becomes the hunted
and the feral streak
is once again embraced
i can't wait
and these are just words
it's not a plan
i cant wait
to see the real earth
i can't wait
until life after man
About the Creator
Bren
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