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Before the count of moons

A miserable decrepit bane

Rose from the primordial deep

And began to walk tall

Moved earth and diverted rivers

Sentient and unwavering

On the path to oblivion

Afflicting the very air

Beyond the last hour

We must carry the animals

Though we may never be redeemed

With red raw hands

We must replant a fallen forest

Though we may never see it grow

By the count of the shying moon

An unnatural bane

Pondered its skyward glance

But bent a corrosive touch the earth

Moved foundations polluted streams

Proud and relentless

On the path to disease

Afflicting the very air

We must carry

We must carry

The Animals

Give back the water

In our tears

And the iron

In our blood

Behind the smog resides a forgotten moon

An apt bane lit an effervescent twilight

A glistening metallic glance

Drilled deep into the earth below

Burned forests and bleached oceans

Hunted to extinction

All that was fair

Afflicting all it touched

We hang our heads

As we carry the animals

What is life if it does not inhabit the Earth?