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Glaciers carved these kingdoms

In a time before time began

Now overrun with plague

The disease that is man

I wonder how much longer

I'll be hearing the wolves howl

I weep knowing it won't be long

Before the sturgeon are all gone

The true world is fading

Into oblivion

And before long we all are doomed

To join it in its death

Curse the poachers, smite them all

Organic history destroyed for gold

I'd like to string their corpses up

And feed them to the gulls