A decadent wasteland of tortured souls,
Screams can still be heard when the wind blows.
A stench hangs in the air rising from the mutilated bodies strewn across a once fertile land.
Trees stood here once,
A forest filled with vibrant vegetation and creatures of all forms.
Fires were set to burn it to the ground,
Killing every life form that could not escape.
Now, it has become a graveyard.
Innocence tainted and destroyed by the beast,
Creatures with no voice violently manipulated for a profit,
Families are torn apart to be placed in unkept cells and later die,
Mother Earth weeps as the beasts kill the beauty they cannot see,
Her heart still beats but all around her is dying,
All of this to feed the beast that is humanity.