Suffer the Co-2-ncequences
"I know the world is dying,As the temperature is flying.
I stare out from my bedroom,
Trying to not let the sun in.
I can see the ocean rising,
With no fishes to be found.
I try to just go swimming,
But instead I begin drowning.
I can feel the sand expanding,
Growing dryer by the day.
Why can't I find a cactus?
The clouds are not crying.
I can hear the hurricane,
Growing by through each hour.
Destroying all that it touched,
I guess I just do not care."
Now, behold the consequence
For which you will soon suffer.
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