Mother Mars
Shall the Earth perish ablaze
Or shall it cacoon itself in ice?
In the midst of wildfires and heat ascending from Hell,
I begin to believe the Earth will become an urn of cremated remains.
Remains of human life
Remains of water, and soon enough
Mother Earth will be Mother Mars.
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