Killing Time

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As I grasp for air,

Everyone ignored my voice.

My existence is not of my choice,

Just because I am nothing.

I've been walking alone in this dessert,

I see no life and soul,

Only to find out I am such a fool.

I need to live and be alert.

One miracle came,

Approach me and speak out:

"Please hear me out, Oh, my lonely one

And see my grief for I have been ruined."

Not to hear her sad voice,

I walked away and turned my back.

I seek not for the truth of this world,

But to seek what's real in my quest.

A second meeting occurred between us,

This time she holds my hands and looked at my eyes,

Hers were weary and begging for me,

That I have to acknowledge and hear her now.

Oh, how heartless of me,

I did it again and turned my back.

I continued to walk and marched far,

Until my feet hurts and all worn out.

I sat on the ground and thought deep,

I told myself silently:

"What else should I do in this lonely world,

When people gone wild and disregard me?"

Suddenly, I felt warmness hugging me,

In that moment I realized,

She was beside me and embracing me tight

That her warmth enlightened my soul.

She said: "I've been in alone since they left me,

For centuries they ignored me,

Once they need something, they approach me,

But how about me when I need them, now look where they are?"

Her tears burst out, but she continued:

"I need their caress, as a mother, I need my children.

Now, I come to you

As my child, please be with me."

Confused and puzzled by her words,

I'd started conversing with her,

To know that she's like me,

I pity her as I pity myself.

She told me she's Mother Nature,

Her children are the entire human race,

Who wreck her and trash her:

They all resemble evil.

Centuries ago, she was rich and abundant,

She was giving and understanding.

People come to her for her blessings

And they never stopped asking.

People never mind her, as opposite she cared for them,

Now that she's messed up, they abandoned her.

But that was a long time ago,

Now, I decided to make a difference.

I will help her regain everything,

To rebuild this world side by side with her,

This is for the future,

For her and for all the people.

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Hello, dear friends (if there are any)!

I would want to share to you the poetic adventure of Desolation Angel. She is the type of person who really belonged in no categories of the angel, that's why she exclude herself in everything. She tried to be like any other angels but heck, I can feel how hard it is for her when she herself is like a reject from an Angel-Producing Factory.

I hope you support her in her adventure of madness and loneliness.

Love,

Pristine

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