When earth's span is done
Nothing will be lost
But one diminutive planet circling a sun
Lost like a grain of sand within a desert storm
Blown away into the great darkness.
One planet among the trillions
Home of the pretentious children of Adam
Who thought themselves unique
Finding out too late they were not Gods
But ruinous for all species they dominated.
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