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Let us rest our heads upon the pillow of denial, turn twilight in the last clear reflection of the silent moon. Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; ...swimming in an acid dawn. The corpse of shellings, scales a strewn, where once transparent was so blue, this morning features scarlet hue, as skin is shredded in the burning morn. Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; ...swimming in an acid dawn. ...And come mid sun up, we shall bathe; within sulfuric, petrol waves and drink our lemon juice until we choke. Till our teeth rot and our tears evoke, the pandora’s box which we awoke. An orange bright, our arid plight, and we the specks of dust behind; lurching a dehydrated, evaporated existence. Famine on our minds. Walking footsteps which no longer walk, dreaming of the past to escape the future as the present seeps our blood and marrow, the desert sun, a piercing arrow, stabbing at our hearts. We hobble, oh we hobble and we hobble through the wasted years, through bones and makeshift graves, we’ll hobble into the final age; where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; ...swimming in an acid dawn. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It is estimated that within the next decade or two that the ocean will become so acidic as to dissolve the shells of mollusks and shellfish. This in addition to the already dwindling supply of precious fresh water which we must share with our animal friends. A supply by the way that we contaminate regularly, a supply that simply cannot be renewed. Desalination was looked upon as the next great solution to water shortage despite it's expense. However considering how the oceans are becoming increasingly polluted due to oil spill after oil spill and Fukushima's constant radioactive leaks, in addition to the acidification of the ocean itself, it appears that we will have no viable water to look forward to in the future. This is life. Forget profit, it doesn't exist. Nature has no concept of wealth, only of survival. If we all die, everything that we've accomplished will be forgotten, nature has no use for it. Currency will return to being simply paper and stone, and nothing else. We need to stop thinking about ourselves and think of our children and all the other species that live upon the earth.

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Acid Dawn

Let us rest our heads upon the pillow of denial, turn twilight in the last clear reflection of the silent moon. Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; ...swimming in an acid dawn. The corpse of shellings, scales a strewn, where once transparent was so blue, this morning features scarlet hue, as skin is shredded in the burning morn. Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; ...swimming in an acid dawn. ...And come mid sun up, we shall bathe; within sulfuric, petrol waves and drink our lemon juice until we choke. Till our teeth rot and our tears evoke, the pandora’s box which we awoke. An orange bright, our arid plight, and we the specks of dust behind; lurching a dehydrated, evaporated existence. Famine on our minds. Walking footsteps which no longer walk, dreaming of the past to escape the future as the present seeps our blood and marrow, the desert sun, a piercing arrow, stabbing at our hearts. We hobble, oh we hobble and we hobble through the wasted years, through bones and makeshift graves, we’ll hobble into the final age; where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; ...swimming in an acid dawn. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It is estimated that within the next decade or two that the ocean will become so acidic as to dissolve the shells of mollusks and shellfish. This in addition to the already dwindling supply of precious fresh water which we must share with our animal friends. A supply by the way that we contaminate regularly, a supply that simply cannot be renewed. Desalination was looked upon as the next great solution to water shortage despite it's expense. However considering how the oceans are becoming increasingly polluted due to oil spill after oil spill and Fukushima's constant radioactive leaks, in addition to the acidification of the ocean itself, it appears that we will have no viable water to look forward to in the future. This is life. Forget profit, it doesn't exist. Nature has no concept of wealth, only of survival. If we all die, everything that we've accomplished will be forgotten, nature has no use for it. Currency will return to being simply paper and stone, and nothing else. We need to stop thinking about ourselves and think of our children and all the other species that live upon the earth.