Last chance

May 12, 2009
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We created it,
And now it has gone out of hand.
But still we give it more power.
Every car and plane,
Every factory and computer we use,
Is like food that nourish it.
It makes tornadoes,
It makes floods,
Which tear apart cities.
It’s melting tons of ice as we speak.
It’s making this place into a sauna,
Steadily rising,
Until this place is one big desert.
It, it, it, it’s coming…

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