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My recommendations Flowers are betrayed by the source of their existence,
They shrivel and die in the sun,
They lived and deceased within the light,
For now their time is done.
Like the blood thristy creatures that roam at night,
The paranoia strikes at night,
You're shaken and hurt so still not right.
There's a time and place for you,
But that time's not now,
For the hours are few.
The primary sources have all gone,
We die within ourselves,
Our time has not begun,
But has come to an end.
We have lived and we SHALL die
Within the reason of our existence,
We'll die within the sun.
The core of our world,
Has turned to ice,
And deforestation kills us outright,
Our lives are now fading.
Within our past our lives were vast,
But now our lives are few.
We've destroyed the world we live in,
As we're boarding the Ark two by two.
Soon our fate will be that of many,
Plaqued by the greedy few.
To live on as meer legends,
In story books in schools.
So they can learn about the time,
When it was only me and you.
