Worlds are Altered Rather Than Destroyed -Democritus-
World is never destroyed
Just Rebuilt
Buildings will crumble
Bits of pieces tumbling down
It will soon enough crash
Trees torn from their roots
lying on their side
hugging dirt
Mother Nature will try to wipe us out
with her whipping winds,
her drowning waters.
Lives will be swallowed
Smoldering ashes will grasp the world
by its own hands and suffocate it
but the world would only pass out
The world will embrace hell
andstil come out with a fighting breath
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