Break

I have been told to make new kind of poems....from various sides and people.....so here it is.
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Break

To the seas that dance with such fury,
And the winds that flow in such hurry.
For the rain that falls swiftly,
And the desert that seems so timeless....

Our land, we shaped,
And the trees we created,
It was all in vain.

It was our paradise.
We were the Gods.
And the lands were our Castles.
We defined it,
We hadn't known of the limits.

Our marred perfection,
Our greed never went away.
Our indulgence to the new,
Nay respect for the old...

It breaks, our world,
It's broken.
Reflection of our marred perfection.

Break down,
Our loyalty is to ourselves,
Even now,
We know not of guilt.

Our desert has come to an end.
Our once timeless desert....
The wind has blown its sand away
And all there can be seen is the earthen floor.

Where is our land?
Our Castles,
We once so restlessly ruined?
Our creations we once loved,
But are so desolated now.

We were Gods,
Now we are nothing.
And yet,
We know not of guilt,
But of our indulgence is to ourselves,
And only
Us.

Break, dire land.
Take our Castles with you.

Break,
And show us contrition
Of what we've knowingly done....
Break.