Find no solace in us
Thou strange being
You pushed us to the sharps of the hard days
Prowesses are decaying
some awaits death in bits
Who invited thee to this world?
Thou weapon of mass destruction
Big trees are falling in your name
You treat us badly
I shall not forget
To remind the world of your heartlessness
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