What have we done to this place? This place we call home. This place that gives us the warmth of any mother yet can be just as vial as any enemy. We seek to destroy everything only to find reason in the chaos we have created, to begin again, repeating the same destinies. Without the fault of ignorance would we be any better? Or an arguing force of hatred? We cannot simply just be. We cannot simply just exist and find beauty in humanity. The people are poisoned from their own wells and exist in their own disease. The mind is destroyed and the body becomes numb. Society ceases to matter and soon, with time, the foliage of nature will grow over what we have destroyed. We shall not exist.