Im not sure
I want to know this world
Where even the most resourced
The Beautiful Ones
Fall to the wind
Where we’ve hurt Her so bad
She’s breathing fire down our backs
Bittered beyond return
Run but you can’t hide
She’s cooking out of control
Again and again she rips and roars
And twists and spits acid and dumps buckets of water in our faces she’s screaming STOP
HELP
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME
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