Hark ye remnants of Noah.. All through these ages has mankind darkened my beauty with destructions that deeply prickle.. That dizzily sickens.. Tirefully weakens.. I got tough, yes I mother nature got well thickened-in-the-mind.. Man's daily hustle.. His internal tussles.. My appeal for him to custodize my every toil and bustle.. And for him to enjoy this sweet law of Recycling.. Return to that abundance in The Green Revolution and somers enhancements that the creator has blessed me with.. Mankind has plundered my bossom.. Bossom from which he suckles from.. Bossom which he deepbites, scratches and humiliates.. I am this ravenously plundered.. This warning pass ye unto him ' my anger shall thunder, it shall hail, it shall cause slumbers '
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