I started to walk, mechanical motions

Above the dirty, blurry oceans

It brought to birth mud, and wavy ponds

Dust landed softly in deserted bonds

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I heard fire burning, heavy smoke

More unexpected than a creepy stroke

But there were no trees left, were there?

No, I didn’t see further of a dead bear…

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And why didn’t factories drown,

In the cold water they turned brown?

Why didn’t the villain die burned,

As twisters of flames returned?

And between a break between leaves

I saw a globe, surrounded by nasty thieves

They said it was needed

But only I knew what evil was seeded

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They looked silently at me

Seconds before resuming the killing spree

“God’d tell me it’ll be fine…

And that it’s as yours as mine.” -

- I whispered, my head sunk on my spine