Earth By Isaac
Below the decaying atmosphere, on the colorless land;
Above the dry ground, across the withered mountains’
Over the water-less river, beyond the flat hills;
Though the long dead fields, towards the centralized center;
After the fall of the dying sun, during the dark and all-powerful night;
Behind the deepest evil, before the highest happiness;
Past the gray forests, beneath the foreboding stars;
On earth
P.S just in case you want to judge my personality using this poem my life was screwed up the day I wrote this