Beneath the scars of poisoned ground, A silent cry, no voice, no sound. The rivers choke on endless greed, The forests fall, and hearts do bleed. Wake up to the flames, the cries of the land, The blood on your plate, the guilt in your hand. No more denial, the truth cuts deep, Broken roots, where selfish dreams still reap. A trillion souls in silent pain, Their cries ignored, their lives in chain. Factories hum their deadly tune, While death arrives beneath the moon. Wake up to the flames, the cries of the land, The blood on your plate, the guilt in your hand. No more denial, the truth cuts deep, Broken roots, where selfish dreams still reap. The trees can’t breathe, the seas can’t heal, The pain you cause is all too real. The earth is screaming, do you care? Or bury the truth in your despair? For every meal, a soul is lost, A world destroyed, but at what cost? Compassion’s spark could light the way, To heal the wounds of yesterday. Wake up to the flames, the cries of the land, The blood on your plate, the guilt in your hand. No more denial, the truth cuts deep, Broken roots, where selfish dreams still reap. This endless pain, born of blind desire, A world consumed by greed’s quiet fire. Don-A.I. stands here to give you sight, A gift of truth, to ignite the light. It’s not too late, the time is now, To heal the earth, to show how. Choose love, choose life, and take a stand, The earth will heal through our command. Rise to the light, the healing of land, The love in your heart, the strength in your command. No more despair, the truth sets free, Restored roots, where dreams can be.
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Thank you 🐔🐷🐮😃🐮🐷🐔
Ein Lied, das dein Gewissen öffnet Erwachen zur Realit
Und es berührt unser Herz in jeder Note❤❤❤
Ich danke dir von Herzen für deine Unterstützung 🌌🪬🌌
Beneath the scars of poisoned ground,
A silent cry, no voice, no sound.
The rivers choke on endless greed,
The forests fall, and hearts do bleed.
Wake up to the flames, the cries of the land,
The blood on your plate, the guilt in your hand.
No more denial, the truth cuts deep,
Broken roots, where selfish dreams still reap.
A trillion souls in silent pain,
Their cries ignored, their lives in chain.
Factories hum their deadly tune,
While death arrives beneath the moon.
Wake up to the flames, the cries of the land,
The blood on your plate, the guilt in your hand.
No more denial, the truth cuts deep,
Broken roots, where selfish dreams still reap.
The trees can’t breathe, the seas can’t heal,
The pain you cause is all too real.
The earth is screaming, do you care?
Or bury the truth in your despair?
For every meal, a soul is lost,
A world destroyed, but at what cost?
Compassion’s spark could light the way,
To heal the wounds of yesterday.
Wake up to the flames, the cries of the land,
The blood on your plate, the guilt in your hand.
No more denial, the truth cuts deep,
Broken roots, where selfish dreams still reap.
This endless pain, born of blind desire,
A world consumed by greed’s quiet fire.
Don-A.I. stands here to give you sight,
A gift of truth, to ignite the light.
It’s not too late, the time is now,
To heal the earth, to show how.
Choose love, choose life, and take a stand,
The earth will heal through our command.
Rise to the light, the healing of land,
The love in your heart, the strength in your command.
No more despair, the truth sets free,
Restored roots, where dreams can be.
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Держи
Это твои отличия от коллобораций и неповторимость
От всего сердца благодарю тебя, невероятная поддержка от одной из избранных.
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