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I'm such like a chemical equation.
May evening, 10 pm as the time stitch stick, I was ionized.

We were, perfectly just like Berilium and Sulfate combination did.

Slowly by time, it solved like a combustion struck by appearance of troublesome oxygen and we survived
whereas the beliefs evaporated like the hydrogen dioxide.

In the end, you won over it, finalized the equation by eliminating me both in left and right side.

Leaving me partially ionized, failed thermochemistry as the exothermic spread no waste and the enthalpy was hurt much more.
and without electron I lost.
Once apon a sky native elders could hear the earths unmistakable sye
they knew with out a dought that one day this would all end
Mother Earth would be whole again
death winds covering the planet, comming from jets
silly humans, they just dont get it
mother earths cry from intoxicated skies

sitting up high with checks in hand
spraying chemical death all over the land
aluminum and berilium salts just to name two
in a slew of corperate government funded brew

population control on a new level
knocking down our immune systems
adding H1N1 to the trouble
Lines in the sky they expand unnoticed to untrained eye
floating along in the ionsphere
electrically charged particals send us fear.

— The End —