Boiling beneath the surface.
Waiting to seep through the cracks .
An expulsion of noxious anxiety from within,
stripping away the skies and peeling back the skin.
Nothing in this world can protect us from the end .
Like moths ashened by the flame,
we are reduced to a blackened stain
Nothing but dust and silence will remain.
Not a single soul left to remember our names.
We may never escape from this prison
of a planet doomed to turn to glass.
We must depart from this crumbling haven.
Drop bombs to destroy ourselves or build vessels of salvation?
Will we help it along or will we evade extinction?
The sum of our problems are those which we choose to ignore.
When will we focus our fears look beyond and explore?
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