Dies Aria

When all is done
When all is lost
When all that remains
Are the simulacra saviours
Sleeping in their ovens
When the noose tightens
Around our precious Earth
And she chokes on ashes
Floating in the toxic air

When all that's left is carbon dioxide
And no trees to catalyze conversion
Mars awaits a cold house warming

Earth, suffocated and empty
Will roll over in her grave

Will you cultivate your own boxed garden
Or will you find yourself asking
How the air can be so thin but so thick

If it matters, who will you be
Martian Eidolonian

Earth has been skinned
Mars has been skinned
Consider
Consider



Credits
Writer(s): Blake Rose
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