Burying Human Conscience and the Green House

Written in the glacier, will soon be obliterated -- The ice-caps are melting. We are the 'creepy crawler' huddling for space --we got it, just to ruin our stay. Written in the glacier -- a human tale is just as vulnerable as you and me. Green we desire; brown we make. Breathing chemical and pouring sewerage -- Life thus, turns out to be a shadow -- not real; Life is filled with synthetic fiber -- 'not real' -- Still we breath. If ever...things change. I ask my human conscience. She says -- the fabrics of life can hold no more. Dissolving ! Dissolving ! Orders Dissolving !