The gecko times it's flash like lightening,
Then the human strikes;
Exceeding time, in lightyears.
This is my biggest fear,
Marilyn's prophesy bearing fruits:
That without chaos the world won't realize,
That all she bleedingly seeks,
Stretch'st forth arms in return in wait of a tender kiss.
It's our world lets save it?
No! Why, no,
We want it dead for the sake of exploitative exploration.
Pity on this generation.
J.A.
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