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Jan 2013
Imagine, walking down the middle of the road,
not a single noise is to be heard, other then nature.
Birds claim the skies as their domain now.
And the land animals claim our homes, and buildings.
The streams pristine and pure, the air fresh finally.
And I think, how wonderful it would be to see
the tables turn on us, to see earth take back what it owns.
And I realize...I don't care if we all die off, the human race.
I welcome that day, with open arms.
Denver Elijah Bijlsma
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