Burning Trees

Do not speak to me of birds and bees,

For there's no value found in life,

I see not woods for burning trees.

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I walk among you as disease,

A tumour untouched by the knife,

Do not speak to me of birds and bees.

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My poisons powered by decrees,

With foul and festering half-life,

I see not woods for burning trees.

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I see you begging, on your knees,

While gluttons gorge on smoking strife,

Do not speak to me of birds and bees.

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And as my debris chokes the seas,

As pestilence and pain run rife,

I see not woods for burning trees.

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The heat is rising by degrees,

But profit comes 'fore child and wife.

Do not speak to me of birds and bees,

I see not woods for burning trees.