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The black, bloody, treacly,
substance,
oozed out, of Gaia’s back, like liquid gold.

Always held, in sweaty,
greed-fuelled hands,
strikings were commonplace,
by the cat o’ nine.

But, it wasn’t multiple lives,
She was losing,
it was – a total loss,
of respect.

Eventually, Her spiritual resources,
would be totally depleted.
Her caregiving nature defeated.

Leaving Gaia begging for death.

Sporadic sores,
opened,
in the middle-eastern,
portion of her body.
The surface of her skin,
became a pus-filled warzone,
raging, on, and, on.

Her rooted,
oxygen-emanating hairs,
were cut, chopped,
planed, and, burned away.
Leaving large areas,
of Her body, unprotected.

This torture meant,
that, even, as Gaia’s moral fibre,
tried to replenish Her,
there was never enough time,
for Her to properly heal.

The thick cloudy smog, She inhaled,
was relentless,
leaving Her gasping for air.
She, desperately, tried to breath.
Just, to be able to think clearly.
As clear as, Her, azure eyes,
and, Her salubrious aura of old.

However, the cancerous torture,
riddling Her, very, essence,
had other ideas.

The viral parasite was too bright.
Too bright for it’s own good.
Culminating in dark.

Each microbe,
was self-serving.
And, believed itself,
far more important, than Gaia.
Their bacteria-laden,
all consuming,
teeth – gnashed.

Gaia, was being consumed.

Alone, and, deserted,
She could stand – no more,
Leaving Her collapsed,
no pulse,
unresponsive.

Her empty shell,
gradually decomposed.
Turning from vivid shades,
of, blue, and, green,
to, a repugnant shade,
of grey.

Her spirit was already long gone. Seeking halcyon pastures new.
A fresh start.
Away from torture and ridicule.

Her soul shot out,
toward the stars.
To serve,
Her cosmic purpose.
To serve, celestial bodies,
suns, and, planets.
To serve a species,
both virtuous, and, deserving.

Just, to serve, and, be deserving;
of respect.

© poormansdreams

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