And so it was, the rotten flesh falling from its receptacle, putrid and used up, was making inhuman sounds.
Years later, new life sprouts in this very location, fertilised by years of war, thousands of corpses, and too much love to fully retell here.
Maybe the land could have recovered sooner if the war was fought with less amalgamations, built with a substace not located in our solar system, barely located in our universe.
The space forever tainted, but still regrowing life, will always serve as a reminder that life will prevail against corporate manufactured fear and regret.
i asked a friend for a word to try and write something about, this went well. i WAS going to write more but i cant stop thinking about creeper world 4 so i guess thats what il be doing now hehe