Disaster: Earth
everyday means nothing to metime! life! all my enemy
this body, this virus of mother earth
so quickly reproducing, everyday a birth
humans are the viruses of nature
her immune system, un-prepared
everyday we prosper and grow
killing her body - her soul
we nibble away at her health
taking her to OUR prosperity and wealth
we live in her, make her sick
like glue, we forever stick
her anti-bodies kill only a few
while all of us still are strong and true
she wants us dead as we rule her seas
she curses us men with deadly disease
she weakens, her fever sets
shes sick, we are her death
shes dieing, so much is wrong
when she dies, we wont live long
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