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Last breath
Why must you chop the -
trees down?
What did they ever do to-
you?
Who do you think- provides you with-
oxygen ?
Filters the air we want-
Only pollute?
You're killing us all with-
Your actions ,
Robbing beauty from the-
Earth,
The forest that teem
with magic,
The diversity that gives-
Our planet worth.
God's blueprint is being-
shredded ,
He weeps at the destruct-
ion being wrought .
Fields and woodlands -
being slaughtered ,
His vision of heaven -
being torn up.
So I hope you're happy-
looking at your garden,
Now just slab of wet-
cement,
Where once life danced-
in the green thickets ,
But where now all that -
Visits is death.
