Please send ravens to tell us what we need.
Before thee discolored air, we won't see through, and won't breathe.
Many will take their last breaths,
It will be a horror of their deaths,
Upon this change, thee new age,
and it will only be the first stage.

Before the last December,
If Planet X may remember,
Gods are preparing to transfer, terraforming.
If human lust betrays her,
Gods have enough time to soothe her.

We must escape the planet
before.. polar shift starts forming
It seems that we've lost our passion.
when mourning.. the warming.

The time has come for creation,
in a universe where evolution,
plants their own seeds.
said Jupiter's creed
Please release the doves if the ravens fail to trust
After the waters rise, our structures begin to rust

After the last December
Has Planet X remembered?

We will be fine as long as we're learning
The ones to last forever
Are the ones who put forth the endeavor

To escape the planet before the burning,
it seems we've lost our passion
mourning... the warming.

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