Darkness descends upon the land,
Armageddon is close at hand.
We will now pay the price,
Sickness will float in the air -
The fruits of life she will no longer bear -
As her temper flares the land will break -
Her tears will flow from a drying lake.
As she sweats in rage the waters rise -
The waves will grow to a monstrous size -
She will fume inside until the hills explode,
as we push her closer to overload.
As she takes revenge the land will glow -
She will clean the slate with one strong blow.
But it’s not too late, we have one last chance
but we must forevermore do natures dance.
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