Walking, now old,
my back arched.
I once was pure,
like the notes of a harp.
Now amongst a wasteland,
surrounded by darkness.
I was sent here,
by the words of the heartless.
The oceans now dried,
and he forests all burnt.
As the only man left.
I can feel the Earth's hurt.
I'm decrepid,
I have slaved.
Too old to be rescued,
too late to be saved.
I know nothing,
no thoughts in my head.
Just like MY Earth,
I, too, shall be dead.
All because,
you let her die.
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