The jungle screamed,
as the people marched on,
she was a pure maiden,
a gift from god,
betrayed by the people she served,
that unthankful creature she said,
what honor do you bring me,
as you molested every inch of nature's treasure,
burning them,
cutting them,
You are killing your own future for god's sake!
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