THINK ABOUT ENVIRONMENT
The colous of roses are fading,
poison is mixing in the air,
the heads of trees,
are being cut,
birds are flying without home,
butterflies are lying dead,
like dead leaves,
water, air, earth,
all are not the same,
mammonism is hovering,
the world is becoming,
a cremitorium
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