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Look around you, what do you see? The dark, smoggy air Oil filled oceans Trash covered hills The death that surrounds us Is of our own making Don’t you have a heart? Don’t you care for our Mother Earth? Doesn’t she matter too? Are we so conceited As to think this world is ours? Maybe, just maybe We should consider The consequences Of our actions, our faults We are killing ourselves Slowly, slowly Death is coming Aren’t you afraid? Help us Recycle http://www.castleink.com
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