I tell Man his infinite reach is nothing
like a white cotton cloud that amounts to
only an illusion. Someday, the stars may collide
and the zodiac will fall to pieces and break Man’s back!
Even before the Sun may resolve to char the Earth!
Is all destruction an account of the ruling beast’s sin?
I can see the alligators have outlived us, and we don’t even think!
But I think an albino alligator got out of the zoo,
trespasses my rights, infringes upon my independent choices,
steals my preferences, abducts my prerogatives
and captures all my outreaches! You call Australia a free country?!
I tell Man, if you please, take a walk in the meadows
There’s little grass growing, the forests are receding, the sea is swelling
But I am sworn to say the climatists are making mischief;
Look at the invading Moon in your greenhouse gas delirium!
The earth has not called it a day; it is only angering because Man is a thief!
I hear that the AI machination can save the day for everyone!
If solutions can be written in the sky, like elephantine-dog-lion, Elyon
We may have Starlinks, but can we reach the stars in no time (maybe through a wormhole!)
I just want AI to make all the wicked labour, that acts against God, redundant!
You know a long time ago, the Earth had much of its gold stolen!
How is distance traversed the other way across Neptune to make the Earth the seventh planet?
In winter, I see frost on my window and it reminds me of Enoch
talking to those distant ones when they came, and hoping they would please go!
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