Our Dorm

This is the end.
Global Warming,
Warming us with open hands
The small frost, becomes a hail storm
We have to stay here,
Here, in this dirty dorm

The dorm is the earth
Nobody ever realized its worth
Treating it like garbage
But you never knew when
This turned into rampage

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