Vilious

I got used to it,
The vile.
The waters surged,
The girls gurgled.
Saffron men
In business suits,
Called sermons.
The trees,
They wilted,
The shadows
Were ghosts,
The burrows
Inviting, lilting
For lost souls.
Nature raged
A war.
Fury, devastation,
Causing to spar.
The girls gurgled,
The saints surrendered.
To hell reborn,
No wonder.