Imagine the humans already departed. The buildings empty shells. The streets quiet. Voices silenced except for the shouts of two madmen with sharpened sticks poking out one another's eyes.
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What right do they have to murder the birds, extinguish the seas, pluck out the tongues of whales, crush the stones into dust? |
I heard a drum beating beneath the waves this morning. Or the whales were talking to one another, already mourning.
Even the pink of the clouds is priceless.
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Humans haven't learned shit, have we?
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