Mother earth says:
O ye children, give me all
your blood,
gore, filth, garbage,
poison, chemicals,
I’d still give you
flowers, trees, pastures.
A mother can’t stop
giving,
She has to keep giving,
Till her last breath,
Till she perishes.
When the last flower on
earth will die
along with the mother’s
last breath’s sigh,
Her children would then
be replaced by a new
species,--
the humanoid machines
that’ll infest her rotten
corpse,
It’ll be a global grave
swarming with metallic
maggots.
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