(Origin of: Ghosts of Regret)
Chem trail fed clouds burst,
spilling life giving rain.
Saturated now –
this once barren, scorched soil.
Mud, sand, and rock,
crackles with the cries of seed
bursting at the seems
gas fumed mist, bubbles through
once dried mucous, oozing, juices flow,
mingled with the blood of a thousand Cherubim:
who gave their lives to free us
from the Corporate Overlords.