INSOMNIA Hope to conserve some sort of remaining balance of Nature on this predator planet Earth with human survival the motive is another endangered creature in these struggling lines of verse since tons of sludge and trash assault the global ocean for company cost accounting and late night dumpster cash I entertained a notion of public outcry mounting to face the grim reality of our common situation that too much of a good thing became the criminality in these commercial populations who ignore the overcrowding to push their growth psychosis exploding to launch at stars, but killing their physical base. To stop that grim prognosis we tell what happened to Mars and redeem the human race?

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