Once we were so sure,
"The world is so pure".
But nay,
Here comes our Doomsday.

The pollution worldwide
Our exaltation does hide.
The earth's long life
Is at the edge of knife.
It steals our sweet sleep
And thoughts go deep.
Here comes our Doomsday.

The people of the earth,
Put out your hearth,
And seek a new home --
Old one's hades' dome.
Quit this planet
By a rocket.
For hey,
Here comes our Doomsday.

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