The Environment
The environment is fragile,
And we're on the gradual
decline and in the stare of mind were losing the battle
we are going down instead of up,
so how are we going to shape up?
nothing but pollution clouding our dreams up,
nothing but sadness to replace the gas,
since they made a machine that runs off ashes,
they try to save but instead destroy,
land repeat the never ending ploy.
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