The ungodly sight flashed through it’s tainted vision,
Insects pinned to a wall.
Blankly staring into the beyond.
Eyes glazed over with fear, anger, and hatred to mankind,
Hatred to all that destroy the ecosystem that mother nature has provided for us.
Those who were tricked before them,
drawn through the window,
following the heavenly scent of the flowers on display.
Hydrangeas, azaleas, akin,
sitting pristinely to draw attention,
luring in targets like a siren
using tremendous beauty to secure its desires.
But with all beauty is danger.
A gust of wind swept through the graveyard,
rustling from an eerie tune of screams
into a cacophony of corpses.
Evaporating the hopes of dying creatures,
there is no chance of survival.
The force of the nail
turned a curious bee
into
a
Display.
Why are natures’ angel wings strung up for their beauty, when they should be saving our world?
