Espair

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Worry my child for the world is dark,

Over it fell a thick veil of gloom,

But yet has to come its fated doom

For there still endures of hope a spark,

Worry child for times are indeed stark,

Only waste remains where flowers bloom

And our skies echo with endless boom

As we humans leave behind our mark,

Worry my child but do not despair,

Instead look for a way to prosper

A way to protect and save our world

From trials that are towards us hurled.

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