Environmental

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What's the weather for,

The reports never more,

Than a metaphor,

Of our thirst for oil,

The sea shores on the floor,

Waiting to destroy you,

Even tho forever warned,

Of natures magic,

We remain the greatest hazard,

To our lives,

As it happens,

We've had it in my eyes,

Our tragic demise,

Will vanish from time,

No more lavish designs,

Just granite and lime,

Formed in the blink of an eye,

And able to thrive,

Thanks to the sky's harvest,

After we die,

Good old carbon dioxide,

So I say "why not try...?"

See I say,

If we can survive an ice age,

Then we can combine,

To find the right way,

To drive, fly and thrive,

From the highways to the sky,

But the hands of time are tied,

And all I see is a rising tide,

So now we must decide,

To abide by the mighty light inside me,

Or get left behind by the high seas...

Even if we forsake her,

And take her for granted,

It's in Mother Natures nature

To make us greater,

And aim for global targets,

But so far the globe seems,

To need to be told,

To be whole hearted,

That's because our hearts,

Are only half great,

The other half harvests mans hate,

Damn Apes!

Overgrown halfwits,

That scar the landscape,

I'm asking for answers that can't wait,

But it's a hopeless endeavour,

Like starving for change,

As a lonely homeless beggar,

All the while the O zone is o so fed up,

As she sits alone in her own zone,

Hoping forever that we never give up,

God dam it...

We're all responsible for our planet but we lack in understanding on this matter... The mad thing is, if we acted better now and never give up, I could rip up this drastic letter... As it is we couldn't give Jack shit if it cracked with the pressure... Face it, your only changing your ways when your faced with a desert, that replaced with a blizzard... The truth is a letter, the faster we get it the better but instead of getting it we bask in regret at past endeavours... We never think!... This path is paved with bastards that ask to stay on the basis, they can't decay any further... Here today gone tomorrow, what can I say when our soul is hollow, and we never go down the yellow brick road, it can't change with this message alone, so I'm relying on special component in hope to make this rhetoric known and as one go it alone with a passion... All because the globe is trapped in the hands of a mad man... So don't stand back and clap or be mad at Adam, get up and at them until there's cause for satisfaction... C'mon you never know, it just might happen...