Come with me children, up the mountain where the view is clear. Up, above the hatred and violence humanity is making. From here we can watch as society falls apart.

Before our eyes, the Greatest Nation the world has ever seen is self-destructing. Corrupted from its core values and corporatized by the greedy. The people are powerless, sickly, and unpaid. The leaders, the chosen ones, have locked themselves away from the problems of the
common. Many of them, are nothing but tricksters and shareholders.

The most passionate of the people march peacefully in the streets. They march because Black people all over the world have been through hell. They march because those who were supposed to protect us are killing us without consequence. They march against white supremacy and the patriarchy.

Our kind will never be perfect.
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Come up children. Up further, above the smoke and pollution and waste of this world. From here we can see the hydrofluorocarbons eating away at the atmosphere. Outer space will come inside soon, and sterilize all of creation.

There is something in the air that smells like oil. That smell, is the smell of the rain forest dissolving, while the ocean is cratered for its goods. What was green will be brown soon, and then gray as it turns to ash. What was land will be sea, as the Earth reclaims itself, before it too must self-destruct.

Do you hear that great thundering calamity that sounds like tectonic movement? That sound, is the sound, of a million years shattering and crashing into the heated ocean. The great white bears run around on thin ice, manic and hungry, skating endlessly into a blistering white nothing. When the ice breaks, they will become jetsam soon. Drowned by exhaustion, bodies rotting in the warm pools, they’ve gone from being the feasters to being the food.

California is on fire again. Along with the rest of the west coast. Set aflame by a parent's aspirations for what they desired their child to be.

Emblazoned by the dryness and the airy winds and the heat. Fed by our hunger to always want more from this planet than we should have ever needed. Soon, the Earth will clear us all.
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And at last, up further one last time, to the mountaintop. Just under the stars that will watch over our ashes. From here we can watch as tomorrow burns. It cannot be stopped once it has started.

You would be wise to remember, no one is in control here. There is no leader to take you to, and very few people know their way around. They cannot move the stars from their places. They cannot warp time or shake the planets from their courses. They cannot stop the fire.

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