The earth is living, we can learn about her expansion.
perhaps it's time for a meiotic split of the mansion?
The Christians can call it the Rapture and Omega
The liberals can be rid of them and
socially live like Jamaica
the poor can inherit the serene upper cell
the rich and be consumed in burning money,
in their own selfish hell
OR
both new cells in a new incubator,
being polished to perfection
by a grandiose creator?
ready for a big reboot?
strap in, it's a real hoot!
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