Red birds falling down
the sea changed to black
just grey housing blocs in the town
Insight is our lack
brown snow in the mountains
all about polluting cars, buses and trains.
An endless story about contanimation
Where ist our lore
Is this the result of our aggregation.
at all times more and more.
We lose our controle
in the deepest point in our soul
We lose our sacrifice
In the great circle of justice.
We learn nothing of the history
We learn nothing of the philsosophy
Conflate of might and avarice
the human dork practise.
Gold animals dies every day
Green trees scream: stop this way!
This isn't their mind
This is just their distressfull end.
We lose our dignity and our head
The white dove puts us in the hands of the death
We lose our instinct of human being.
We lose our faces.
Sadly...
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