The Circle of Death

Earth cracked from drilling

That black blood spilling, we might

Taste with tongues of flame

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Flame in hearths and plants

An ash-making dance, spreading

Smoke upon the wind

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Wind carrying smoke

On which the world chokes, trapped light

Boiling the oceans

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Oceans which thus rise,

To touch air and skies, douse fires,

And drown the cracked earth.