On darkest night shining, glittering, twinkling,
Alone gazing them, searching, smiling, praising,
Many small insects; full throated with high shrill,
They; rehearsing, singing, ceremonial chorus drill,
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We are killing innocents that they stood without arms If nature is having revenge with us, do we need alarms? The final war will be fought ‘tween us and holy nature, How powerful we will be, we can not save our future