An evil thing hangs over the future
The world is not what it used to be
Flesh when first necrotic looks normal
And so too this civilization
The death has not made itself visible yet
The big broad blue still frames the clouds
That in majestic parade still float by
The billowing green still bursts from my trees
The red caress of blood still beats a path around in my veins
But something is amiss here
The blood-red and deep green of oxygen in and out
Carbon dioxide in and out
Green vein of tree and red vein of me
Still circles, but for how long?
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