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The Ones on Top Crush The Underlings as the Former Fall

Prepare for Humanity's Annihilation,
We won't be present for Earth's Reincarnation.
Fire in the Sky, Acid in The Sea;
It's time for our apocalyptic Inundation.

As Gold lines their Pockets and Machines fire Rockets;
As Disease ravages just as War does for Savages,
So do Gales blow, toppling All from their moon-high Egos.

They will gasp for Air in an Atmosphere bare,
Caused by their own lack of Care;
Sure, they care now, yet 'tis too late.
They had many a Chance,
But now, they've sealed their Fate.

All that Debating just to cause Waiting
While the Situation keeps grating
Upon the Minds of Those Few with a Dream,
A Dream of Green now delusional,
A Dream of Hope dashed, with Man's Demise
Undisputable.
Written by Narocia (Tesana)
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