Asked my father before he died
about the new world we created,
and he just said, "Pray.
First, pray for a breeze.
Then, pray for cloud cover."
I told him, "Our God's gone."
He agreed. "Find new ones."
Food got unaffordable, and
power blackouts normal.
Finally, no air was possible.
But the drugs got cheaper,
and marched everywhere.
We're on our way to Mars,
the next bio phase after Hell.
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