Once more
we will accompany
the Earth,
in completing
its fourth dimensional
reality.
A transient voyage
through the
vast emptiness
of space.
The unwavering grip
of gravity
hurling our
entire species
at ungodly speeds.
Whether we believe it
or not,
the fate of our race
is intimately tied
to the Earth's.
This is our only
home,
in an otherwise
hostile and indifferent
cosmos.
All we have
is each other,
and the love
we share.
So it is imperative
that we take care
of our blue orb.
Or risk being
another failed
biological mutation,
lost in time.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
Once more
we will accompany
the Earth,
in completing
its fourth dimensional
reality.
A transient voyage
through the
vast emptiness
of space.
The unwavering grip
of gravity
hurling our
entire species
at ungodly speeds.
Whether we believe it
or not,
the fate of our race
is intimately tied
to the Earth's.
This is our only
home,
in an otherwise
hostile and indifferent
cosmos.
All we have
is each other,
and the love
we share.
So it is imperative
that we take care
of our blue orb.
Or risk being
another failed
biological mutation,
lost in time.
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