May 8, 2012
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Ev’ryday I see
In hands of devastation;
Your beauty wasting

Remains of our past
Carelessness paints your canvas
Hate tainting your love

Your fields of heaven;
Now perishing with our pride
Vanity killing…

Running out of time
Clash like fire and water--
Our mother, fading.

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