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Her Blood
by Christopher Rodrick Stone
Convictions, of our shaky pastshould force our heads now lowWe have fought, against our worldto prove not friend but foe
The ice caps, melt more every daythe ozone gap grows biggerWe are like, a firing squadwith fingers on the trigger
Bless our earth, for she still fightsby fire, wind, or floodBut if the truth, be truly toldwe are tainted by her blood
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