Tommorrow Land

  Running on empty, the world cannot take the pressure forever.  Desolate wasteland, nothing green, nothing beautiful, barren and deserted  There is no more Earth, Running on empty there is no more  Life.  Save the world, preserve it, what we take out we must put back, There is no continous life without resources,  Be Green and make this planet live indefinateley.       


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