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Earth Sing Song

I am a spherical being called Earth
Everything in me was meant to live
Except the irony called death
Sadly,on my terrain it moves

My secrets were meant to be secret
Not stuffs inmates discuss in classes
It was not even said in discreet
But a topic for the masses

Inside me, humans lives
Power and strength strives
To prevail over nature's course
My weaknesses they all guessed

I am not angry that they are nerds
I am angry that they are sad
Sadness caused by every little thing they guessed
That brought nemesis into them
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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