In a world that is ruled by pompous idiots,
and marked by war and destruction,
anyone would search for release.
Somewhere were life doesn't matter,
where all are happy,
and earth is treated with respect.
People dream of this life,
but really never obtain it,
only a sad copy.
But in places untouched by humanity,
were plants thrive and animals rule,
the dream lives on.
Such places are dwindling,
population reeks control over wildlife,
let us help fight back.
Fight back, and look for relief,
look but don't touch,
and respect the ground you walk.
Only then can you find sweet release.
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