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Filth of butchers. no sympathy to the cries of the living. all sad

Eyes cry. march of death. as the human race waits in line. one by one

Over the cliff as we perish in the cleansing. unknowing. they lay

There as an example of our selfishness. or everything beautiful a

Flower died today. we failed the test as inhabitants. our ice age on

The clock. as they cry in our succession of destroying ourselves

Whats that? it’s the sound of a billion people gasping as the last

Tree ever is cut down. making room for our mega malls and feedlots. we

Might destroy the one thing capable of maintaining our existence. the

Richest man in the world will be the man who creates blacktop that can

Produce oxygen. the fifty year countdown is upon us. the fifty year

Countdown to our nonexistence. it’s a wonder we have lasted this long

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