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the mortal, the roman deities that inhabit the pantheon, frown upon.
the aqua that swirls into the tectonic plates that puzzle your surface, the presences of the biosphere, the volatiles that fused together to form the air that the biosphere breathes, they all made you differ from them, the gods that prosper amongst the comets that trail along the planet's skies.
the ecliptic plane you made the others wonder what's so special about you, your prime meridian and equator and your seasons of summer, autumn, winter and spring that never existed on the other planets, but rather, only on yours.
it attracted the human race to you.
oh how the planets loathed you.
yet, you were never named after any roman god.
you always questioned that fact, asking your fellow planet counterparts why this was, but they would never bat an eye in your direction, focusing on their own journey around the star system, leaving you to choke on their luminous clouds of pride.
but then on your own space odyssey, you found your identity as the greek gaea, mother of everything and to show your delight, you rewarded the humans with the oasis of life that was your body, allowing them to flourish at the mountains of your chest, streams of your tears, valleys of your hair and continents of your exquisite skin surface.
they warned you about gifting the primitive mortals, but you failed to listen and continued handing out favours that fell from the heavens, making the humans greedier and greedier.
the other planets watched you from their individual orbitals, not interfering in the crimes you committed that infringe the galactic constitution under the amendment 'giving the humans what they want and not their needs.' and when you cried in despair at them taking more than they can give, the gas giants shoved meteors in your face, the ice giants buckled your knees with iced comets, the red planet distanced itself behind the asteroid belt, your twin disgraced you and quicksilver led you to your death.
they never acknowledged you in the milky way.
your oblate spheroid was manipulated, your morality violated and dignity was stripped and showcased across the heavens to the exoplanets. the humans had scarred your soul with their polluted ones, made you barren with their vicious machinery and killed one another with words and weaponry and their blood contaminating the soil of the incandescent bodies.
and when realisation dawned upon us like how the sun kisses the horizon good morning at daybreak, we knew that your mistake cost you greatly, but ours was even greater in magnitude. if we didn't stop now, you would become like a supernova and explode into the surrounding stars, leaving us with no body to leach upon like we usually do and the other planets would mutter under their breaths 'we told you so,' carrying on with their journeys like nothing happened.
so oh earth oh earth, third planet in our nebula, does all of this define who you really are?
