Death of Nature

And so the skies cry;
As she sings her silent ballad;
The flowers wilt and die;
As her eyes turn pallid;

And so the mountains crumble;
As the poison sets in;
The storm then rumbles;
As her death begins;

And so the Earth is cracking;
As she lies in a golden coffin;
Life as we know it is burning;
As we live our lives in sin;

And now empty is the Earth;
Were we doomed since our birth?


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