This world built within a world...
I stand still in the chaos...
Watching as everything turns from green to gray
It is the new age...
I am not sophisticated enough to live here...
To breathe your precious air...
And to be apart of your time wasting routines
I die fine just by myself...
I will stay here, deep within the forest...
Under the last bit of green...
Until the day it all ceases to be.
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