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Peeking into the future once again,
Our earth in ruins is all that I see.
With humanity unable to bend,
How long can we go without the last fee?
Tornadoes eating towns despite sorrow,
Earthquakes crumbling cities into plain dust,
Makes me ask what will happen tomorrow?
Though I know the practices we call musts.
More trees will collapse with a shrill chainsaw.
Pumping oil will continue all the same.
Poachers will slay animals behind laws.
And in the end, you and I are to blame.
We pride in caring just about our own,
Yet we are truly destroying our home.
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