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And nature screams her sufferings
Under bowed and cankered wings
A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning
Like the robes we’ve torn from her
She begs us lay her pain to rest
Lest we are left with nothingness
Save for her stripped and ravished flesh
And if her fate is not portent of Apocalypse
Then the comets that grac
e nightskies
Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs
When you and I and all else dies
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G’night
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Good night you old git. Lol.
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:p
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I prefer my version. Lol.
Good night mate. I’m off to bed myself in a few minutes.