The World With Out People

Earth With Out People

the buzz of the bees was annoying me,

I could see the ripples int he air from the heat,

Everything melted on touch,

Some of the people were even as frail as butterfly wings.

The weak were dropping like flies,

The water in the air burned and serrated our thoats.

Even people in the aretic were in drought.

the sun was beating down on us like sticks on a drum.

It was an amazingly torment full,

Skin was burn,

drniks were bubbling,

people melting.

frozen in place,

not even the ocean sturred.

Under layer after layer not freezing to death.

The moon was now glaring down at us.

trees frozen to the bone,

even some people die from the bite of frost.

when fires are lit,

they turn and icey blue, then freeze over,

only making worse for the people around it.

windows are even reminders,

of the cold breath of the people that were before them before they,

died.
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A grim one at that.

Unable to chose the choking heat,

or the deathy cold,

the world chose both.

It had summer and winter,

then the one's in between.

the world that we use to live in reeked with death,

this one smalls of life.

the birds flying in the sky,

ants trailing on the groud.

Fish swimming in the ocean blue.

People,

Are buried in the soil beneath,

an able to breath.

they choked on the dirt and worms with them.

In there rotten wood coffins,

with only bones left with them.