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Her Death

Her golden majesty weeps,
As death slowly creeps.
Slowly, painfully,
Made of methane gas,
No life shall pass,
This fury.

Her blue skies grey,
As it's killed from far away.
Slowly but surley,
She is choked by what thrives upon her.

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Just complaining about how our world is dying.

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