Repercussion…
When all the grasslands
begin to become deadly and barren,
It clearly
indicates devastating flaws in man’s master plan;
Explosions in the
grand design have eon repercussions,
Greed crawled into roots
to become supreme.
Murdered own in
name of divinity;
When the mantle is
corrupted,
Inevitably, all
will watch,
World shrink into,
It’s own,
Core.
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