Eight Billion, Seven Thousand, Six Hundred and Two
Oh my God, I don't know what to do
All these problems we must face
Or it'll be us next in the grave
Can you kill me or should I kill you?
Our home is burning, our trees are dying
How much longer until we can't breathe?
Until we all suffocate?
Planet B is Mars but we all can't go
So answer me this, who will live?
Do you think it'll be you?
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Stupid feelings and poetry
Poetryme screaming into an empty void Content warning: dark poetry