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Forrest Armstrong

As I gaze upon the windblown marsh
I feel an exploding removal from myself
Everything is plain
Available for examination
Noise in nonexistent

Nature is preparatory for Heaven
In its simplicity
Its ability to remove all feelings from within

But technology is dominating

It's a slow battle, but over time
humanity has lost some of its popularity to technology
And in enough time, technology will outweigh humanity
It's only a matter of time

Embrace nature
Fear advancement

Copyright © 2006 by Forrest Armstrong

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