Dear society
Dear society, I'm the climate crisis
Yes, i am not a myth and will not become one no matter how much you bury your head in the sand and hope i become one. I've been a small baby slowly being fed by your revolutionary discoveries in automobiles and locomotives, now, in your modern society i have reached adulthood. You have been relinquishing control to me, your spawn, for years and chose to think you will always remain the parent with the power. I have grown up and will only get larger the more time passes. Your only chance is to change.
I exist thanks to your unstoppable desire to hunt, murder, skin, cook and eat innocent animals. Thanks to your guilty pleasure of having long, deep, steaming baths and excessive 25 minute showers.
Thanks to your self implemented gene that tells you that you have not lived unless you've flown to the statue of Liberty, the Eiffel tower and the Sydney opera house. Your life is measured by the quantity of transatlantic flights you can afford.
I exist thanks to your laziness to only use single use plastic everywhere you go. Screw ocean life, you live on land.
I'm cancers big bad cousin.
I've waited for the right conditions in which to exist and now i'm killing your planet at such a rapid pace i cannot be caught... unless you slough these habits. A simple ask that will only benefit yourselves and home but you wont do it. You're emotionally attached to those weekend bacon butty's and Starbucks trips. You wont change, Just as the throat cancer patient doesn't give up smoking despite being told its his biggest chance at the parasite returning to have another swipe at his life.
I've melted your ice caps as a warning and you simply enjoyed the warmth and looked on in denial.
I've scorched your earth further, sending heatwaves to Britain in February but still ignorance is your bliss.
I've mailed you hurricanes and you still continue to live the same way in denial.
You are all flies in my web, making it stickier for yourself, daring me to take a step closer to eating you whole.
I am the spider who cannot be stamped on. Get creative or die.
sincerely,
The climate crisis
Yes, i am not a myth and will not become one no matter how much you bury your head in the sand and hope i become one. I've been a small baby slowly being fed by your revolutionary discoveries in automobiles and locomotives, now, in your modern society i have reached adulthood. You have been relinquishing control to me, your spawn, for years and chose to think you will always remain the parent with the power. I have grown up and will only get larger the more time passes. Your only chance is to change.
I exist thanks to your unstoppable desire to hunt, murder, skin, cook and eat innocent animals. Thanks to your guilty pleasure of having long, deep, steaming baths and excessive 25 minute showers.
Thanks to your self implemented gene that tells you that you have not lived unless you've flown to the statue of Liberty, the Eiffel tower and the Sydney opera house. Your life is measured by the quantity of transatlantic flights you can afford.
I exist thanks to your laziness to only use single use plastic everywhere you go. Screw ocean life, you live on land.
I'm cancers big bad cousin.
I've waited for the right conditions in which to exist and now i'm killing your planet at such a rapid pace i cannot be caught... unless you slough these habits. A simple ask that will only benefit yourselves and home but you wont do it. You're emotionally attached to those weekend bacon butty's and Starbucks trips. You wont change, Just as the throat cancer patient doesn't give up smoking despite being told its his biggest chance at the parasite returning to have another swipe at his life.
I've melted your ice caps as a warning and you simply enjoyed the warmth and looked on in denial.
I've scorched your earth further, sending heatwaves to Britain in February but still ignorance is your bliss.
I've mailed you hurricanes and you still continue to live the same way in denial.
You are all flies in my web, making it stickier for yourself, daring me to take a step closer to eating you whole.
I am the spider who cannot be stamped on. Get creative or die.
sincerely,
The climate crisis
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