It’s a shame that he world has to die like a growing flower in orbit.
The delicate petals like fingers of children that will be no more.
It’s a shame that the fallen skies will surround the rivers with dust and covers the seas like
A woolen blanket which has been torn in the middle like the heart of a lost soul.
The paper is blotted, crystal glass is shattered;
The eye of a lion gauged in a gruesome war.
Doves become black as ashes;
The purity of this earth disappeared as a crow in the dead of night.
People create the world’s nature,
Now people are destroying the nature that creatures created.
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