Our planet relives pressure,
Through volcanoes,
From hot fires inside,
As we live on the edge,
Circling, a ball of fire,
In the sky.
This could be the cause,
of global warming,
Most likely, will never
Make the list, because,
there is no one,
to point a finger at,
sue, and blame
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