Everest heap of cotton wool
Done dispersed by tornado
Specks scattered infinite
We've the cosmos spread about
The Solar system itself a speck
And this earth a micro shred
Should this system evaporate
The cosmos itself won't notice it
That is how small the earth is
With crazy beings power hungry
Empty handed they do come
Like that they will all go back
Yet on Havocs they are bent
Greatest predators on earth
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