Footprints of men on earth
Are trails of worth.
Footprints of mine
Are half divine.
Footprints rate.
They are great.

Footprints of enviros
Go round and round the earth,
Circling ever deeper.
Circling under. Gone.
Natural selection.

The earth hates enviros.
Enviros hate earth.
The earth will bury them all.

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