its the end of the world,
as we know it,
it will end so what,
why do we care,
we're killing our plant anyway,
our selfish waste put upon our planet,
so loving and caring,
is dying beacuse of us,
so stop and think,
its our children that,
will in the future will suffer,
for our mistakes is that fair,
i think not so stop,
stop for our earth and for,
our future our children....
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An ever constant message Richard. Have a look at my Golden City Gate...same message. Best regards