Either way, we are doomed

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there’s a sea of ice

under which we’ll crush

and a sun of gold

under which we’ll melt

a torrent of rain

under which we’ll drown

a tremor of earthquake

under which we’ll smother

yet this earth continues what it has to do

for its inhabitants know not what they do

as we pass the ribbon of rubicon

under the big bold bright balloons

waving a carnival of streamers

of freedoms and liberties

the dopamine of our playground

unable to resist the riptide

stumbling fumbling tumbling

beyond the tipping point

like roller coaster riders

at the apex of the long loud scream

toward silence

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