My feet sinking in the sand
The sun cooking the surface
And me, red without protection
Trying to find and end to all
Walking the desolation
The smell still intense and burning
Reflections in the liquid blind me
While the peninsula sinks without remedy
Too late to save you
Too late to save me
The opportunity of redemption was long past and gone
And when the final cloud of smoke disappears
My breath with goes with it
Leaving you alone and deserted
Surrounded by a sea of dead
Stinky human putrefaction
What have we done to you
Green peninsula of the South
How did you let it happen
Land of the first continental colony
Why did we kill you
Oh, beautiful Florida!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
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