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The oceans will rise

And the forests will set aflame

And the coasts will all erode

And we won't mind that much at first

And the droughts will starve us

And the heat will burn us

And the disease will thin us out

And one by one we'll disappear

The death of man by his own hand

The bodies will rot

And the air will choke us

And the storms will sharpen

And we won't mind that much at first

And the seasons will fade away

And the rain will never end

And the sky will turn black

And all at once we'll disappear

The death of man by his own hand