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May 23
Seas will boil
Mountains crumble
Planet still turning
Inhabitants are burning.
There’s no room
For doom and gloom
Just raise a glass and smile
Rivers will run dry
The sky will not cry
Earth still turning
Crops are burning
There’s no room
for doom and gloom
Just raise a glass and smile
Four seasons collide
Explode into one
Mass extinction
Has just begun
There’s no room
For doom and gloom
Just raise a glass and smile
Humanity dies
New life will form
From the heart of midnight
To the break of dawn
There’s no room
For doom and gloom
So raise a glass and kiss my ****
And give a little smile.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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