Just like they wanted:
invest it all in metal.
How will we eat when our flora's gone?

Put down your poison,
you can't kill them all:
Bright shadows.
Instead, be shepherds, Amen, Gloria

Bacteria (Antibiotics)
Bacteria, our friends,
'til the bitter end.

Just like they warned us:
infected all, it travels.
Without protection, we were trolls at the dawn.

Some of us made it,
sealed underground in metal.
Still we raise children and crops at the whim of

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