Oh dear diary,
When will this end?
This planet’s fiery,
Its beauty pretend.
Oh dear diary,
How will this end?
What of the priory?
What of the low-end?
I wish for a happy ending,
Even though it is too late.
Even though my wish's unending,
I still hold faith.
And even though this is hell,
I still dream of better.
We simply must dwell,
And wait for the next letter.
Oh dear Gaia,
Why did you want us?
We’re not your messiah,
We’re not your truss.
We are your cancer,
Meant to be cured.
We’re not the answer—
Why are you reassured?
Oh dear brothers,
Oh dear sisters,
Let’s seize the matters
The power is with the masses.
Let’s throw our worries away,
Where they will be forgotten.
And keep our worst selves at bay,
Or maybe we’re too rotten.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 2:58 AM UTC
Oh dear diary,
When will this end?
This planet’s fiery,
Its beauty pretend.
Oh dear diary,
How will this end?
What of the priory?
What of the low-end?
I wish for a happy ending,
Even though it is too late.
Even though my wish's unending,
I still hold faith.
And even though this is hell,
I still dream of better.
We simply must dwell,
And wait for the next letter.
Oh dear Gaia,
Why did you want us?
We’re not your messiah,
We’re not your truss.
We are your cancer,
Meant to be cured.
We’re not the answer—
Why are you reassured?
Oh dear brothers,
Oh dear sisters,
Let’s seize the matters
The power is with the masses.
Let’s throw our worries away,
Where they will be forgotten.
And keep our worst selves at bay,
Or maybe we’re too rotten.
Gaia is the Greek primordial goddess of the Earth, personifying the planet itself and mother to all life. When I referred to her I was actually referring to Earth, Terra, or whatever you want to call our planet