Poem -

Twisted creature...

Twisted creature...

Burning,
The ground you walk on
Searching,
For days that are long
Wishing,
The earth to be strong
Living,
In a world that's gone

Mother nature
Twisted creature
Mother nature
You're the creator 
I'm no saviour 
I'm a twisted creature 

You turned your back when I gave you warning 
Now with darkness, the earth is in mourning 
You moulded me into something I'm not
Now I'm broken, a beautiful planet I've lost 

You don't deserve everything I'm giving you, this is a killing truth 
You've treat this land like the depths of hell, this dying day is proof 
Instead of the oxygen I give out, there'll be trees with no humans allowed
So treat me kind, have my nature in mind, before this planet begins to drown 

Mother nature
Twisted creature
Mother nature
You're the creator 
I'm no saviour 
I'm a twisted creature 
Stop me, I'm no monster! 

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Nine Eleven

There'll be trees with no human allowed

All it takes is an evolutionary change and trees might one day stop producing oxygen. 

A masterpiece Wayne. 

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Wayne Stubbs

Exactly Gerard ??? thanks very much for saying so ??

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