| Amongst the virulent and multiplying beauties of this southern land
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| Lies a poison legacy for future generations to withstand
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| We are curators of all earthly life, united we must speak our minds
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| The toxic byproducts of nuclear activities we can’t rewind
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| Morning iris at sunrise, awakens to another day
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| Your new world ever changing, as you bloom, you decay
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| Future descendants of this time will never know a life of purity
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| For our mistakes made in the era, we have damned them to obscurity
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| First we tear down the forests to retrieve that tainted ore
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| Then we bury the outcome on an ancient ocean floor
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| Wilderness of ancient land, torn open by the greed of man
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| Vulnerable tribes silently screaming in pain
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| The mining of ancestral soils are the deeds of the insane
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| Most dangerous substance known to human, dug up and spread all over the
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| Land
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| Earth tearing machines, mine sickness from the ground
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| Now for thousands of years no life will be found
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| Once as pristine as creation, now a human induced abomination |