Nolan Kobs // OIL

The black liquid lies deceptively still,

Festering.

Black.

Spilling forth

From a gaping wound;

Corrupted blood of the earth.

Filling wallets of the rich,

The brew of an evil witch.

A cancer upon humankind,

To the horrors of which,

They are blind.

As it silently seeps

Through society,

We realize our world dies,

With a sudden sobriety.

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