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Tell me what happens
When the last of them fall
Will the sun cease
To share its love with the sky?
Will the wall built on sacrifice
Crumble to the ground
As we lay beneath it?
Can stars covered in cloud
Shine as brightly as before?
Or will all that we know
Fade, quiet and serene
Never to be seen again?
What will we do
When the last of them fall?
Can we ever regain
That which we have lost?
Written after the death of my grandmother, who was the last living grandparent I had
If you were the Sun,
And I were the Moon,
I'd reflect your beauty onto Earth.

You give life with your light,
But they're still geocentric,
They can't look in your eyes,
And they don't know your worth,

...But I do.

And if I were the Sun,
And you were the Moon,
I'd die from the distance,
And you'd love the waves.
I'd flare up my nostrils,
Obliterate planets,
Just to give my dear Luna,
Her space.

...But I think...
You're more like...
...Earth.

Nature and Nurture,
You're one in the same.
Your waters replenish,
There's "art" in your name...
Earth.

Polluted by people,
And carbon and cancer,
You bottle it up,
Til you burst from your mantle,
But you're
Iron.
To.
Your.
Core.

When grey takes your green,
Still, you protect your people,
And provide a harvest,
Regardless you feed them.
You harbor the humans,
That crack up your crust,
Then create the concrete,
That covers your lungs...
...Then they ask why you can't breathe.

You put the "die" in "Dioxide"
There's gold in your soul,
They mine for your diamonds,
But only find coal,
Yet...
They're BOTH COMPRESSED CARBON?!?!?

The shade of your surface,
Brings shame to the soil,
Your soul can grow much more than crops.
And if that asteroid Apophis,
Gets a little too close,
I'm the astronaut poppin Apocalypse off,
Or the artist that's armin' Armageddon's bomb.
Our connection is stronger than Hydrogen bonds.
When I hold your hand,
I've got the world in my palm.

Accumulate cumulus,
Shrouded in clouds,
Your circumference serves,
As the circle of life.
And I tried...
And I tried...
And I finally realized,
That without planet Earth...

...I would die.
Written slam-style.
My heart made out of glasswool,
Like a poisonous rose
its soft but you are going to cut yourself
when you get too close

My soul minimalistic,
Neo-geo art piece but in an unnatural pose
you really going to hurt yourself
when you get too close

Some people dont suffer,
We really pity those
They dont have the scars of life
They never came too close

We both came too close
efficient yet sinful.
we build cities, we find cures for illness.
we grow, we reproduce.
we dream, we love.
but we never quite know what we want.
we crave lustful encounters,
yet when it comes to being in love,
we always wonder if the grass is greener on the other side.
we cheat, we lie, we're greedy.
humans.
flawed as a race.
flawed altogether.
late night thoughts

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