THE EMISSIONS OF THY GIFTS.

Oh…! Crown of the cold river.
My appetite for thee is beyond thy four walls.
Of thy existence; we live.
The pressure of a thousand truths.
For thy four walls are like the breast of my mother.
Where our life originated from.
No…! Not our first life.
But my first life; because I don’t know thee that well.

Oh…! Crown of beautified nature.
Where existence dwells.
The creation of mundane things,
has been endowed in our hands.
We reap the fruits of our labour.
Industrialization, we made.
A bargain with thy Maker.
Not I.

From the beautified beauty.
we wrestle for life.
Our creation is now the fountain our nemesis.
Snows melting like wax.
The Lambert pressure: A concern.
We are a living hell.
Until we subject ourselves to the theories of the Alpha.
The Glacier doom awaits us.

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