climate change
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Trespassers
And when I scream into the wildernessOnly the insects answer In their buzz, I hearThe language of the forsaken A soft, steady collapseOf a million quiet deaths A hymn to the apocalypseSticky & sweet Like alien nectarDripping from the jaws… Continue reading
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Lungs Filled With Hope
The sun hung low in a hazy sky, dimmed by layers of smog so thick that it was difficult to imagine a time when breathing had been effortless, free. For most citizens in the mega-metropolis of New Horizon, the oxygen… Continue reading
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The Last Drop
The sky was a hazy shade of red, dust hanging in the air like a fog that never lifted. Miles stretched ahead, and the land was dead and empty, save for the crumbled skeletons of what used to be civilization.… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 