#polluting

"Streams of water flow down from the mountains, springs of water burst forth from the rocks, rivers of water overflow their banks, and still the thirst of this people is not quenched. Multitudes of dead and dying peoples fill the streets and the alleyways. No hope is found, no light breaks through the open spaces. The darkness grows and is very thick; many darkened and ill faces wandering about, treading the broad way. The light of life dims as their hearts grow cold. Their countenances are always downcast, for there is no hope in man. Affection is all but lost, compassion is forgotten, and loving one another has no place in man’s designs. For natural affection departs from the hearts of the wicked, and lustful endeavors consume them. Filthiness has made a home, and perversion is praised and celebrated openly in the streets, as the innocent look upon them with wonder.

You deranged and most wicked generation, I have looked upon you, I know all your doings!…

How long will you tempt Me?! How long shall you rebuild Sodom And make Gomorrah your home?!…

My heart tears inside Me, Each and every time I look at you!"

~ Says The Lord

Excerpt from: https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/Generation’s_End

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and human waste

Man paces through the forest strip It's a shortcut Business not pleasure Gobbles down a Snickers bar Downs the last bit Of his crappuccino Energy kick

Smart-watch indicates He's running late

No time to waste; gotta be quick

Nature calls

"Goddammit"

He leaves the path to take a piss Dodging used condoms, thinking

"Humans are disgusting"

He doesn't see the trees' resurrection The birds and forest critters Scurrying in excitement for spring

He doesn't see the flowers buttoning Nor does he care for them

All he sees is the vug To his right-hand side And he thinks

"Mother nature provides everything!"

Shimmering and glistening, the crevice Quartz struck by dawn In a light spectacle of magic Beckoning

Man beholds his find, delighted Crams paper cup and candy wrapper Up Mother Gaia's slit

Bliss is Two hands free To relieve himself, shivering Attentively shaking off the final drips

Zzzip

“Gotta be quick!”

Man resumes pacing  Eyes to the ground Oblivious to anything else He murmurs to himself

"Gotta make sure my shoes stay clean Spotlessly clean

Keep ‘em clean

Clean”

True tragedy Is a man rockin’ Oxfords, smeared

What would his co-workers think of him? He’d never live down such an Embarrassment