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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Last Flower For centuries there thrived a magnificent garden But decades of decay made the ground harden And year after year more flowers began to wilt Coinciding with monoliths recently built Some people have the audacity to ask why While others insist all that exists will one day die But when the sun is hidden by smog It obfuscates life like fog We suffer today and sell tomorrow For future generations will feel that sorrow In a world without any power And eventually a world without any flowers For centuries there thrived a magnificent garden But decades of decay made the ground harden And the last flower has begun to wilt As the monoliths collapse do you feel any guilt? And they'll tell you they tried and tried As the Earth cried and cried Your children's future was sold for profit Because green gold is the modern prophet In this moonlit masquerade are a lot of dancers Feeding the frenzied fury of a thousand cancers Perhaps humanity's greatest blunder Is bumbling along as it all goes under The reality is that nobody cried When the last flower finally died But the reality is it left us daunted And all a little haunted For centuries there thrived a magnificent garden But decades of decay made the ground harden The death of the last flower left us without rhyme As we truly begin to run out of time...
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