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Earth Pain

She's given us life and all we could need,
in return we have ravaged her, destroyed her with our greed
She's hot now with fever, poisoned and cross.
There'll be no more warnings, now there'll be loss.
Her wrath is not selective and will be felt by all
Everything we've built will crumble, burn and fall
Earthquakes, fires, tornadoes and hurricanes,
the sad reality is that we're the ones to blame.

September 2017
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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September 13, 2017 at 8:19 PM
Her wrath is frightful,Tanis, congratulations on your win hugs Eve
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