I saw a graveyard. Cracked and crumbling. Overtaken by weeds, caving into the earth.
The most beautiful turtle dove drawings. Angels. Wild colors, and graffiti, etched onto aging walls.
A vacant tomb arched it's back towards the sky.
Oil spills on half paved roads, and rusting machinery, dying in the background.
Decaying cinder blocks and moss covered walls.
Smoldering piles of ash that burn your nostrils and sear your skin.
Tombs turning back into earth.
How life does go on, you know?
Everything broken.
Everything, part of it all.
Everything, together.
And how life does go on,
You know?
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