Smudged horizons,
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Square mountains,
Spewing ashen smoke.
Amidst scabbed vistas,
The last of the old gods
Screams in silence —
Of poisoned wells,
Of beauty, lost.
Her narrative, unheard,
Cut short.
Sorrowful she waits
For the axe to fall —
Mistaken for
A long-faded totem,
She weeps
For prosperity’s cost.
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