| THE STARS ABOVE |
| To Mother Earth, May We Realize Our Mistakes The stars above look down tonight, at our sad and pitiful plight. We are near destruction, near our end--spontaneous combustion. "The end is near!" people cry, that is the truth and not a lie. We will self-destruct, have we dodged, have we ducked, do we care anymore? Our hearts are sad, our souls sore. What is the purpose, what have we planned, to the stars do we seem unmanned? |
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