War
The water you drink has been poisoned,
The air you breath is corrupt,
The cities you nest in will crumble,
The end is near and abrupt.
Let your feet take you to a much safer place,
Far from the idols we built,
While you are gone,
No worries,
Our fires are tall and slim
We already killed and burned all your children,
Now there is blood to be spilled.
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