Her Pain
Can you hear the pain?
Earth is screaming right now
Her cry isn’t about to wane
Every blade of grass
Is cloaked in blood,
She’s in so much pain we can’t grasp.
No matter where you look,
There’s a grey tinge to us.
Is this the ending to our book?
We’ve ruined our world
It’s completely trashed
She screams a deadly Harold.
There’s got to be some way
That we can help her,
No more can we just run away…
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