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Sulphuric Airbag

I inhale again

Taking another clean incision cut

From my mini mortal timeline.

Limiting my lifetime,

To a piechart of another slithering percentage lost.

At what cost?

To keep the economy clogging on?

Plodding on until ALL the petrols gone?

I mean I can’t fucking breathe out here.

But I guess you don’t care about me, son.


Blink

And every single species will be gone.

Mark my sulphur stung and wheezy words.

Until every chance we had, has gone.

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