Dear Mother Earth
We've done a job on your place
God won't be too happy
When he revisits the place
He'll be asking a question or two
As to why we did of you *****
He'll never forgive us for the mess we've made
Human kind won't escape his tirade
Dear Mother Earth
God created you with care in mind
But the inhabitants on your surface
Have not been too kind
We've stuffed up your orb
Which shall not please God at all
As he left you in our keeping
Until he again makes a call
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
Dear Mother Earth
We've done a job on your place
God won't be too happy
When he revisits the place
He'll be asking a question or two
As to why we did of you *****
He'll never forgive us for the mess we've made
Human kind won't escape his tirade
Dear Mother Earth
God created you with care in mind
But the inhabitants on your surface
Have not been too kind
We've stuffed up your orb
Which shall not please God at all
As he left you in our keeping
Until he again makes a call
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