The love I have to give

Where the white horizon met the black of undergrounds, there is a cross, commemorating that men scarified white for black and worlds got flipped, leaving only ashes where once was life, tears where once were love.

I cry for men.
As men cry for me.

Fear men. Fear their destruction. Fear yourself, for what we have become. Don’t cry for Earth. It doesn’t need your pity. It was there before the invention of time. If the last clock has stopped ticking, it will persist.

Fight men. Prevent their destruction. Look at yourself, and look at what you want to become. Mother earth has 1000 lives. Men only have one. And their mother’s one stopped.