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Fossil child

Spat out from chimney womb

Repulsive in it's nature

Creates new meaning of doom

Wildfires spreading far

Damage like unseen ever

Nuclear flames is rising

Along with water level

Countdown!

To inferno!

Money is the enemy

Of man's common sense

We'd rather make some profit

In exchange for our own death

We the people think

In a way so uncon trolled

We're never taking action

Until the damage is performed

How you end this world

Is out of my control

I can only count on

Your senses to come forth