Her

Her rich green cloak
Is being stripped away
And bareing her deep rich skin
Now naked
And exposed to the sun
It becomes dry and barren
Her lungs
Are being hacked down
So she can barely breathe
Her skin mined for its riches
Leaving her scarred
Her beauty constantly violated
By the parasites that have
Enslaved her

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