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The cicadas chorus never ceases
This planet use to have seasons
Now it’s summer all the time
The oceans turned red
But the sky’s still blue
And the grass still green
Textbooks claim at one
Time we numbered seven
Billion hard to imagine
A meteorite hit the
South pole or so the
Government says but I
Don’t believe that anymore
My heart tells me
We did this to ourselves
Then they came with
No other goal but
To destroy us and
I knew my heart
Was right we invited
Our own extinction
Post Apocalypse Write
This is post collapse of millions, very sy-fi, very potentially possible and yes, we will have done it to ourselves. ~allets~