No need to destroywhat I can give enough rope.Nature takes its course.
Got carried away by
You observe the world from a perchlooking down on our wooden feetcasting stones to impede…
Picture yourself alone in a prisonToo small to standToo narrow to lie downNo cold, no heatNo light, no darkJungle and desert…
Redacting conscience,vulture culture blasts lives gone. Rapedland left napalm calmed.
Inspired by Chris Coolsma’s one line prompt Veiled.