| As we await
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| sister Sun’s arrival,
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| child stars you’ll listen
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| to my tale, please stay.
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| As it was told to me
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| by my sister afar.
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| Earth her name
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| and this, this is her story:
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| Sister Moon
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| hear me now,
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| I feel my end too soon, too soon!
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| My wounds
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| are deep,
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| gaping,
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| unhealing
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| Can’t believe, refused to believe
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| my children had no feelings
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| for me.
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| See
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| them sealing a fate of early death and destruction,
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| watch my my foolish daughters and sons,
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| as they
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| kill me,
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| slowly
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| kill me,
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| quicker
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| kill me.
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| They’ve loved me as would an unfaithful lover,
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| part-time and half-assed,
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| Now unmasked
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| is their deceit.
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| No more sweet,
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| sneaky thrill seekings.
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| Tomorrow brings
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| nevers and nothings.
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| Ended days
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| for my world
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| and its unchanging ways.
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| Now,
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| apocalyptic truths
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| of revelations hasten our omega
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| my children’s and mine.
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| Each time
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| my breath, skin and tears are polluted and poisoned by their careless games and
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| toys and
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| this is only the beginning
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| of my children’s sinning.
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| My power is fading.
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| You suck, brother,
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| mother earth’s now a plaything
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| for the ungrateful child,
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| so cold.
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| Ten billionfold,
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| my tears.
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| I long for the once adoring embrace of my children
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| their prayers, their care and
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| tenderness
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| has now turned loveless
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| The embrace
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| now an anaconda’s grip
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| unmerciful and swift
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| swift with the killing.
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| Killing is a sport
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| Fun with fire and my wondrous rainforests reflect the neglect they have for
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| their main source.
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| They slaughter their sibling blossoms and beasts like the first murderer, Cain,
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| their pure sister oceans will never be the same due to daily spoil and brother
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| sky’s choked from oil
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| refinery factory smoke
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| Your mother earth found me, dying, note who’s crying
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| now.
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| My power is fading.
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| You suck, brother,
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| mother earth’s now a plaything
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| for the ungrateful child
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| so cold.
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| Ten billionfold,
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| my tears.
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| But I’ll continue to spin,
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| until my curious home sapien
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| offspring pay the price for their sins
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| against my tainted tears, my breathless breath and once-fertile skins
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| My sons are million-murderers.
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| They kill — I kill one million plus.
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| I never wanted to hurt my children but our creator makes me take revenge.
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| It’s the circle of life —
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| or at least,
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| it was.
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| But now it’s the end.
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| No, no it’s too late for repentance,
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| accept your death sentence.
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| I’ve given you all I can.
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| Such beauty and life
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| you’ll never have again.
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| Now it’s the end.
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| Now it’s the end.
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| Now it’s the end.
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| Now it’s the end. |