The Lands Last Drops

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91932
United States
32° 34' 58.7604" N, 117° 7' 14.1348" W

The sky rumbles
Trees fall
Rivers dry up
As if the end were to come

The environment shrinks
Cities expand
Everything seems like a big piece of art

Animals die
Many become extinct
Trees go after their sleep
and forget to catch up

The air has changed
It is not the same
The sea has turned into
a large bomb about to blow up

This world will soon come to an end
if we do not put our effort
and wait until the end

Lets say goodbye to the end
And toast a new beginning
With nothing to worry about

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