I was quiet, I once was
\nLong before the darkness descended
\nA stream of water I was
\nFlowing down a small green hill<\/p>\n
I was full of life
\nOf beings alive and not
\nI gently continued my path down
\nThis little green hill of mine
\n<\/p>\n
At times I suffered
\nThe silent abuse of men
\nOf bits and pieces they hurtled
\nIn dis-regard of life<\/p>\n
At other times they came
\nAnd plundered the beauty
\nThat lay within
\nAnd when they were done
\nThey left with high heads
\nAs if beaming in pride<\/p>\n
It was easy to forgive; then
\nEasier still to cleanse
\nIt wasnt so difficult to replenish
\nFar difficult to understand
\nThese desires of men
\nTheir principles of life<\/p>\n
At first I bore
\nAnd later I pleaded
\nIt grew harder to forgive
\nTo cleans, And to replenish<\/p>\n
Yet they came each day
\nMore today than before
\nAttracted to my beauty
\nAttracted to this bounty<\/p>\n
Until the day I lay dead
\nTill the moment I bled dry
\nThey came in multitudes
\nNow perhaps to see my carcass
\nThe death they caused; and yet without guilt<\/p>\n
I lay there lifeless
\nUntil the throngs died down
\nI waited for my revenge
\nEven while I tried to forgive<\/p>\n
Earth, though, is loving
\nA mother like no other
\nIt brought me back from dead
\nWith storms that inspire fear
\nAs if weeping for my life<\/p>\n
I grew alive, I grew stronger
\nUntil I was no longer quiet<\/p>\n
Forgive them I couldn’t
\nRevenge was what I wanted
\nI grew bolder; I grew angrier
\nUntil I was in rage
\nAnd then, I was READY!<\/p>\n
I moved, I growled
\nI changed my own path
\nI followed the course
\nTo abode of men
\nAt my mightiest!<\/p>\n
And now they were helpless
\nThese men and their children
\nOf whom, I had no intention
\nTo spare a single soul <\/p>\n
Minutes were all it took
\nTo wipe the slate clean
\nWhere once there were men
\nNow it was but me<\/p>\n
I was done; I was spent
\nOnce again I was dead
\nBut this time, the cause was my own
\nThe path of anger I chose<\/p>\n
I was confused now
\nOf what just happened
\nWasn’t this the revenge I longed?
\nWasn’t this pleasure I sought?<\/p>\n
And then I found a torn page
\nOf a book long lost
\nFloating through me
\nThe last moments before it too
\nwould be lost forever<\/p>\n
And it had just a single line I silently wept for what was I was quiet, I once was Long before the darkness descended A stream of water I was Flowing down a small green hill I was full of life Of beings alive and not I gently continued my path down This little green hill of mine<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[6],"tags":[18,56,69,209,218,273,309,348,393,459,461,485,490,491,521,558,585,679,754,897,906,936,1084,1116,1118,1133,1151,1221,1241,1275,1280,1333,1381,1446,1447,1450,1461,1532,1534,1589,1607,1787,1840,1846,1944],"class_list":["post-572","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-abuse","tag-alive","tag-anger","tag-book","tag-bounty","tag-carcass","tag-change","tag-climate","tag-confused","tag-dead","tag-death","tag-desires","tag-destroyer-of-worlds","tag-destruction","tag-disregard","tag-earth","tag-emptiness","tag-fear","tag-forgive","tag-helpless","tag-hill","tag-human","tag-landslide","tag-life","tag-lifeless","tag-living","tag-lost","tag-men","tag-minutes","tag-mother","tag-mountain","tag-now-i-am-become-death","tag-page","tag-plead","tag-pleaded","tag-plundered","tag-pollute","tag-quiet","tag-rage","tag-replenish","tag-revenge","tag-soul","tag-storm","tag-stream","tag-throngs"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pwbDR-9e","jetpack-related-posts":[],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/572","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=572"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/572\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":771,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/572\/revisions\/771"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=572"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=572"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=572"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n Now I am become death
\nThe destroyer of worlds<\/strong>
\nAnd, so had I<\/p>\n
\nAnd no longer would be!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"