Beyond the crust

The earth beneath my feet full of grievance, like
some growing thunderous roar bellowing from
under the thin crusty old floor, rumbling painfully
along the way, to the filthy flowing smell that looms
with hateful black death roaming against it own now agitated
state towards its slow demise by human waste.

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the withering of our planets existence.