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Our beloved Planet lies in peril...
The Lords of Passion would decree.
The weather's getting warmer
As any fool can plainly see.

But I hate to burst your bubble
As Mother Nature takes her course.
We be but a temporary infestation
That for the moment sallies forth.

The ice caps will lose their flavor
As they've done many times before.
Greenland will shed her icy shroud
As crops ripen near her shores.

Planetary change is ever constant
And the seas will rise again.
Permafrost will unleash its carbon treasures
With her indifference to proclaim.

Yes... the Planet's been much warmer
As Romans and Vikings will attest.
So belay your passions and prostrations
And give your soul a rest.

I will gladly join with my community
As there is much we must affront.
But as to the control of Mother Nature...
That's a dog that will not hunt.

Your desire to make this Planet
Something it was never meant to be
Where its moods cannot be purchased
And cares not a fig for you or me.

So put aside your hubris and naivety...
With sweet ignorance to forsake.
As whether we perish by fire or ice...
It's Nature's call to make.
               
                The End

* Obviously written from a secular position.

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