⭐ ⭐ ⭐ You are a meteor shower destroyed by your own bombardment shattered upon the jagged crags torn apart by the scarred face of the lifeless planet you created
There is some fire to this one, but it's not meant as a hate poem. My point is that sometimes we are the planet, sometimes we are the meteor shower. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy of mutually assured destruction. :)