In the Pen Volume 2: #24: Chop
With swift strikes
A flurry of blows
Makes far too quick
An end to what might
Have been eternal
The tallest trees
Stretching towards the endlessness
Refusing to harm others
Even for the sake
Of their own growth
Benevolence betrayed
Harmony harnessed
And a planet gasps
With only a few breaths remaining
Suffocation is inevitable
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