What a beautiful world we live in,
Where a man can kill a man.
Creation of life happens all around,
Only destruction by the human hand.
We are Nature's Bane,
We kill her every day.
We will use her up, 'til she's nothing left,
Then wonder why she didn't stay.
War is a human invention,
A scapegoat run by the strong.
Why do we continue killing,
To show that killing is wrong?
Bears and birds feel no hate,
Neither does a fish or a mouse.
They simply exist in perfect harmony,
A perfect circle, of which we are oust.
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