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Re: cycle
When birds are bursting with the
Pain of a plastic belligerence;
When fish are found inside the
Suffocating circles of ignorance;
When raccoons are raging with the
Trashcan tranquility of human waste;
When our children choke on the
Smothering smog of industry;
When our families fizzle into
A background of bodies;
When our possessions protrude from
The carnivorous crust of Earth;
When oxygen obliterates the lungs
That you strained to survive;
When you utilize death as
An experimental escape from this plastic world;
What will you do
When the world becomes a chemical?
When wood has withered to
Numerous amounts of prosperous pollution;
When the soil solidifies into
A deadly permafrosted poison;
When the air asphyxiates all the
Remaining lesser life-forms on earth;
When our blood boils because
CO2 sliced away the stratosphere;
When our existence evaporates into
Nothing more than a constellation cosplay;
When our bodies burst into
Shining supernovas of the past;
When we restart and reverse life
Into a devolving disaster;
When photosynthesizers populate everything
Leaving human habitats desolate;
What will you do
When no people are left?
When astronomical atoms collided
To create a thriving terrarium;
When creatures crawled at
The first sight of sunlight;
When the breeze was breathed into
The widening windpipes of life;
When everything was an Eden
The flowering fruits never falling;
When human population heightened
Industry instantaneously took over;
When steam is surpassed by electricity
The deadly deforesting was brought forth;
When drills desecrated the crust of the earth
Metamorphic became a fearful malfunction;
When fossil fuels are expended
To sustain modern civilization;
What will you do
When the world is dead?