Velvet clouds of raw crimson
drop molten iron rain upon
the satin plateaus of the ancient world.
Crumbling hilltops mark
the beginning of Earth’s disintegration
into the vast valleys of space.
Birds are sinking, oceans are rising
As politicians exclaim
“Let’s burn the wind!”
No roads to roam
Only seas to swim
This is my prediction!
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