This man with shovel in hand
Searches for something new.
A drone
A digger
A shallow creature with beady eyes.
He scours day and night eating away at the foundation.
He finds nothing of value
Only what was left behind.
Confusion.
Frustration.
This man eats at the land growing feeble
He's fading.
As his philosophies give way
His ideals will no longer save him.
As he plummets he comes to realize
He has served no purpose.
He doesn't scream.
He falls in silence.
Acceptance.
Worthless.
He opens his eyes one final time as the rock penetrates his skin.
What cruel irony.
Glistening.
The ground he once stood on comes to seal him in.
He dies amidst diamonds.
Suffocation.
His morals die with him.
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