WELCOME A NEW AGE When greedy Man of angry lust will gorge Her wealth so fast and hot, jungles burnt for the meat of His rage, shall weathering Mother with snow and frost then moan and wail "Cool down! Chill out!" and birth another evolutionary stage?

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