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Let's destroy the world

I want the inhalation of our breath to filter out the all of the fertile oxygen in the world, I want the sway of our bodies as we walk to polarize the charges or atomic particles, bonds will weaken; I want to take down matter from the inside

Rocks will become ductile, we can stretch pillars out of mountains, build ourselves a fortress to call home, our voices will deliver blows, our whispers will end battles, we can change the way that people die—

We can change the way that people say goodbye- the delicate skill of letting friends go while your soul is on its' knees shouting no, their supple forms fading into cyberspace photographs and letters into scrap paper, the treason and folly of asking them to
Stay

We can fix the broken, we can collapse sorrow into itself, we can change the skeptic in all of us to believe those pretty, white lies

We can lasso the thinning air with our poetry, peeling up the cursive vowels, tacky and sweet, and watch the sun explode with fury, its' eloquent plan of poising us with radiation foiled, we won't let the worms eat our bodies, we won't let the soil suck out our energy, the foliage turn us into organic blooms—

It's not the uncertainty and fear of death; we're just too good for that.

Description
Let's destroy the world

I want the inhalation of our breath to filter out the all of the fertile oxygen in the world, I want the sway of our bodies as we walk to polarize the charges or atomic particles, bonds will weaken; I want to take down matter from the inside

Rocks will become ductile, we can stretch pillars out of mountains, build ourselves a fortress to call home, our voices will deliver blows, our whispers will end battles, we can change the way that people die—

We can change the way that people say goodbye- the delicate skill of letting friends go while your soul is on its' knees shouting no, their supple forms fading into cyberspace photographs and letters into scrap paper, the treason and folly of asking them to
Stay

We can fix the broken, we can collapse sorrow into itself, we can change the skeptic in all of us to believe those pretty, white lies

We can lasso the thinning air with our poetry, peeling up the cursive vowels, tacky and sweet, and watch the sun explode with fury, its' eloquent plan of poising us with radiation foiled, we won't let the worms eat our bodies, we won't let the soil suck out our energy, the foliage turn us into organic blooms—

It's not the uncertainty and fear of death; we're just too good for that.