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Floods and fires, beware.
The time is ticking till all will despair.
The blood boils through my icy veins,
As she pours down through acidic rains.

“It won’t happen, it never will come.”
That’s what they said before she won.
But now she is back, more vengeful than ever,
reaping and sowing all for her pleasure.

She warned us once, she warned us twice.
She warned us all we’d pay the price.
But we played dumb and we played blind.
We hid behind our incredulous mind.

Those who heeded the truth were pained, 
For all of their sacrifice went unnamed.
Their stout hearts warned us so, 
But the price of Life is all that we know.

We murdered her children, we enslaved her kin.
We did all that we could to ensure we would win.
Our greed and our hunger were the ones that steered,
And that is exactly why she is now here.

Our Mother does love us, Our Mother does care.
But we’re making our Mother more and more bare.
We ripped out her branches, and burned all her leaves.
But the fire we bore released all her seeds.

They grew with a ferocity far greater than known, 
And slowly her saplings claimed all that we own.
She did not die, she never will.
It is only us that come and go still.

So open your eyes and open your heart, 
for you’ll never know when the light will go dark.

…to better days.

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