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Man's destruction Night turns to day As I flow along my way The views of hill tops and children having fun. Their appearance shadowed by the sun. My murky depths are full of stench Enough to make the strongest man wrench The rocks beside me are of brown  foam. I feel so ***** and so alone Life itself is slowly dying within Mother nature fighting to cure this terminal sin Man's destruction is doing it's best To make my body a considerable mess. Sticks and bits of rust add to my disease. I am slowly falling to my knees Constantly fighting for my life Sewage enters me like a knife Will it be to late to save me and the life I hold The destroyer's are forever being told They are so careless to my friends Sometimes acting out Greenpeace trends The destroyer's will **** us all Please listen to natures call If nothing changes soon Our world is in certain doom
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Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC
The flowing river
Man's destruction Night turns to day As I flow along my way The views of hill tops and children having fun. Their appearance shadowed by the sun. My murky depths are full of stench Enough to make the strongest man wrench The rocks beside me are of brown  foam. I feel so ***** and so alone Life itself is slowly dying within Mother nature fighting to cure this terminal sin Man's destruction is doing it's best To make my body a considerable mess. Sticks and bits of rust add to my disease. I am slowly falling to my knees Constantly fighting for my life Sewage enters me like a knife Will it be to late to save me and the life I hold The destroyer's are forever being told They are so careless to my friends Sometimes acting out Greenpeace trends The destroyer's will **** us all Please listen to natures call If nothing changes soon Our world is in certain doom
A discrimination on humans distraction of the world
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55/M/Wrexham
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC
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