Winds can howl,
Seas can rage.
It'll all end the same,
When the stars and heaven fall.
We cry the crimson tears of blood,
We'll watch the forests burn to dust.
Our rivers will run until they are dry,
Our animals will be killed until not one is alive.
We'll run the only ones we need away,
Our torture is inscribed,permanent...it will stay.
We've all but dug our grave,
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