London Bridge In Falling Drown
Tides are rising, clock's are ticking
Us humans in disgust in ending sickening
Turmoil is endless these past recent weeks
One can sense natures Armageddon, it's what we've reaped
Forestation, deliberation, call it what you may
She's had enough, no one will be around to say
Many gathering clouds, so grey like never before
Flat-lands of our counties, becoming one long shore
In abhor I look, at the sadness of life's wildlife
Struggling against the tides, drowning in mans strife
The rural that was once, sadly is no longer there
I close my eyes to vision, watery eyes can only stare
Black tides are ever growing, encroaching over the lands
We now reap what we have sown, and die by her crying glands
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