The world has been laid at my feet.
I'm gonna step on it.

They come up to
Give me a hug.
Throw them down
Tread on the rug.

See those airplanes in the sky?
Many people gonna die.

Human without wings
Dreamt of flight.
Such imaginings,
Got us into this plight.

Best say your goodbyes
Cos everybody dies.

-by !Audrey, Poet Laurette to-be