The Crumbling World


United States

Look outside.

Do you see it?

The Crumbling World.

The air turning wiked, scheming to suffocate our lungs.

Bodies of water regurgitating our filth.

The Crumbling World.

Smoke stacks puffing out smog, forcing Mother Earth to smoke.

Poisoned lands screaming for help.

The Crumbling World.

Having the power to save it but we neglect our Mother.

I will be the one to save,

Our Crumbling World.


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