Man is destroying the earth

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Man is destroying the earth

The earth is a living mass, with that of trillions of living things.
It is not a humongous hunk of rock in which we can toy about on.
It is not yours to claim like a grasping child hungry for more.
This place is our home yes, but it has become a wasteland.

We take and we plow over the beauty God has placed here for us.
We steal from the earth, its rare and dangerous elements.
And we then inject it into the air, like cyanide into an innocent man.
Lush, green beauty is crushed, made into papers that file her abortion agreement.

We stump upon each other in large crowds to obtain foolish trinkets
And we yearn over otherwise useless and obsessive junk.
We want and we want and never think twice as to how much we take.
The earth is being murdered by the blind eyes of those who think only of themselves.

This earth was made perfect with no other needs, everything God had already placed.
But the sin of man has changed all this, now our actions must come to pay the price.
Our greed will only grow as the time of evil arises, and those who knew better?
They shake their heads and silently wail, as they try and yet nothing can be done.

The earth will curse man and they will hide in caves and seek refuge over seas.
The cities will be toppled by her waves of a raised sea and weather will change.
Plagues will cover the crops and forests and mutated disease will infest our farms.
The spoils of man cease not, blame will set in and war will find no more of a comfort.

The greed of man has taken its toll, for years come and the world can not be revived.
The protection is gone; the sun burns the earth as a wildfire in the driest of grasslands.
Few are the sights of life and love, silent the sound of streams singing joyful songs.
Yet the cries of children are many, in echoes they haunt the ruins of the lands.

For why we, their forefathers would do such a crime without a care?
To bring death to the world, every thing that was good on this earth, all to be lost?
All that was once green, beautiful, joyous, loving and everything pure, lost to myth.
Hope diminishes until the day our God would look down and say it was enough.

And yet someday far but rather soon,
His children would run and dance with joy.
And live eternal life with Him.
And walk on a perfect earth once again.