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Mar 2010
The Blood flows freely now upon the land.
Mother earth crys tears of pain and sorrow.
For man treats her so unkind.
Her waters ******.
Her mountains cracked and crumbling.
Her trees chopped and torn from her ground.
Her creatures killed for pleasure.
What is left?
But to **** one another...
The blood flows freely now...
Revised/02/27/10/AC
Written by
Anne Cameron
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