END TIME ??? When careful to be lucid your studies will discover we billions of humans are all accursed, born to global life that kills and devours life to simply live, since brain nourished long-ago cannibals grew like a hungry mass of madly ambitious tumors bitterly brawling over possession of everything and our choice in time to be malignant or benign while begetting, swarming and polluting the World beyond its endurance of of our growing tons of waste, though many are devoted to healthy Nature restored trying somehow to rescue our twisted, ecocidal horde for a green life in balance, our hopes may be crushed by all this chaotic weather, the seasons dispersed to scattered patches of storm, and flood, drought and dust --- or has my dour verse underestimated the regenerating power of this biosphere home we love as Mother Earth?

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