Natures descecration
I get high in the morningget drunk in the afternoon
then rest up in the evening
that I may start again.
Anything to keep me
from this death and destruction
Anything to keep me free
from natures descecration.
Committed for no reason
other than mankinds greed.
Just another form of treason
against natures need.
For the air that's crystal clear
that I may catch my breath.
So the water which I hold dear
won't bring me close to death.
I refuse to fan the flame
stripping forrests of their trees
until only barren land remains
to be blown away by a breeze.
Without all the dirt to grow
the plants which will sustain me.
Without the seeds which I may sew
to feed all the hungry.
It's nature who shall finally win
and triumph over man.
Lets pray she forgives our sin
or that she even can.
Kevin Dustin
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