……..In a thousand years our true mothers and fathers will descend through the clouds; mankind a little more than toddlers has transformed the oceans into a toxic soup, sciences formed around studying their own noxious flukes, apples are now the size of pumpkins, half of North America is sunken, elephants are born with no tusks, genocide is seen as a plus, expectations of a dominant seed treated like a weed, and pulled up by its roots, better yet boots, or should I say sandals, infiltrated by vandals humming satanic verses with incenses and candles, replacing being with words, and a false god that’s envisioned, bringing into question natural decisions, even in the face of assault self defense might have questionable intentions; it’s believers secretly cuss god while dying from their afflictions, our visitors terraform the world after finding pieces of their child’s skull on display at some convention.
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Nightmare like visions of the future presented in this surrealistic poem of a distopia of the futre
It is nightmarish, isn’t it? Perspective is everything
Well put, coming to a city near you.
You sometimes wonder how an intelligent species like us can get it so wrong.
A Intelligence spawned from arrogance and greed, fear… anxious compulsions.
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