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| Photo by Jen Newville |
The Tree of Life burns bright in sight
To fight the blight; Big Brother's insecure rite
To right the wrong our forefathers have done
The Tree of Life grows toward the sun
But our brothers and sisters dig deeper and run
Toward our death we droids aid in the gloom
Stop the pain of our Mother Earth soon
Before we assure our descendant's doom
The Earth is not ours to do as we please
The human race is a deadly disease
The Tree of Life can save the human's souls
From the destruction of life that drilling foretold
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